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“I have in view a sort of child’s party for grown-up persons with kissing games, etc., here at Vailima”

Posted on April 6, 2024 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2762.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 327-30] [Vailima, 17 July, 1894] My dear Colvin, I have to thank … Continue reading →

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“Life is a steigh brae”

Posted on September 19, 2021 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2378.] To Sidney Colvin (continued) [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 378-92] [Vailima,] Jan. 2nd [1892] I woke this morning … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged A Footnote to History, Alan Breck, American consul, Apia, Becker, Blacklock, breakers, cocoanuts, Colvin, death, dinner, draft, Fall, Fangalii, fiction, Germans, grave, horse, Italy, Jack, journalists, Knappe, Lang, letters, life, Lloyd, Mackay country, path, Pinkerton, Poland, public, rain, reef, rest, riding, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, San Francisco, shop windows, South Seas, streams, strong, Vailele plantation, Vailima, Vaisigano, weather, work, Young Chevalier | 1 Comment

“Sail today, I don’t know where”

Posted on April 12, 2020 by mafalda

[For critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2227.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters p. 267; http://www.hathitrust.org%5D [Sydney, 10 April 1890] My dear Charles, I have been quite knocked over; go back islands four months, pick up again; sail … Continue reading →

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“Ay, ay, it is sad to sell 17; sad and fine were the old days”

Posted on February 26, 2020 by mafalda

RLS took steamer again, this time for Sydney, where he had ordered his letters to await him. This was written during the passage. The set of verses were posthumously published in Songs of Travel, XXXV (1896), under the title “To … Continue reading →

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“As I write, the breeze is brisking up, doors are beginning to slam and shutters”

Posted on January 22, 2020 by mafalda

The following was written soon after the termination of the voyage of the Equator and RLS’s first landing in Samoa, where he was engaged in collecting materials for the account (then intended to be the concluding part of his great … Continue reading →

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“Aita te pahi – no ship”

Posted on December 21, 2019 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2181.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, pp. 250-1; http://www.hathitrust.org%5D Honolulu, 16 June 1889 My dear Charles, Herewith a certified copy of my new will necessitated by fresh … Continue reading →

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Miss Havisham is, probably, the worst thing in human fiction

Posted on October 1, 2015 by mafalda

‘Cassandra’ was a nickname of RLS’s father for his daughter-in-law, Fanny.The scheme of a play to be founded on Dickens’s Great Expectations was one of a hundred formed in these days and afterwards given up. [Dots between square brackets indicate … Continue reading →

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

Posted on March 25, 2015 by mafalda

Colvin went out to Davos in January 1881, and found RLS apparently little improved in health, and depressed by a sad turn of destiny which had brought out his old friend Mrs. Sitwell to the same place, at the same … Continue reading →

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“I have in view a sort of child’s party for grown-up persons with kissing games, etc., here at Vailima”

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“Life is a steigh brae”

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“Sail today, I don’t know where”

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“Ay, ay, it is sad to sell 17; sad and fine were the old days”

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“As I write, the breeze is brisking up, doors are beginning to slam and shutters”

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“Aita te pahi – no ship”

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Miss Havisham is, probably, the worst thing in human fiction

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

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