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“With the great sliding doors wide open in an undershirt and p’jama trousers”

Posted on January 4, 2021 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 7, 2307.] To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, 1895, pp. 109-17] [continued] Saturday [21 March 1891] To-day I have had a queer experience. My carter has from the first been using my … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged American consul, American Consulate, anger, Apia, bed, birds, Bloody Wedding, Bottle Imp, breakfast, carpenters, carter, Claxton, clothes, clouds, Colvin, conch-shell, death, dinner, drafts, England, Field the Sailor, French, funeral, Hamilton, heaven, horses, Kit Nettison, landscape, letters, lightning, malaga, Mary, Matautu, Missionary, money, mosquitos, mountain, murder, Pacific, Pago Pago, Paul, pijama, pink, pipe, proofs, rain, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoan, servant, Sewall, smile, South Seas, temper, Three Star Nettison, trader, translation, Vailima, visitors, waxwork, weather, weeding, work | 2 Comments

“Better a finger aff as aye waggin”

Posted on December 5, 2020 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 7, 2303.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, pp. 276-8; www.hathitrust.org] S.S. Lübeck at sea [Late February 1891] My dear Charles, Perhaps in my old days I do grow irascible – “the … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged age, Apia, Baxter, correspondence, flageolet, friendship, health, Henley, Lübeck, Lloyd, mother, music, on board, Pacific, parents, past, piccolo, pipes, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, sea, ship, South Seas, Sydney, temper, turnscrew | 2 Comments

“I could bear to go down myself, but not to have much MS go down with me”

Posted on May 10, 2019 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2118.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 82-4] Taiti, October 16th, 1888 My dear Colvin, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Auckland, ballad, Blue Peter, Bora-Bora, captain, Casco, climate, Colvin, copy, cruiser, danger, Fakarava, Feast of Famine, foods, German, health, insecurity, Jenkin, Leeward Islands, letters, MS, narrative, new world, passengers, pleasure, poem, publicity, Raiatea, Robert Louis Stevenson, sailors, San Francisco, Sandwiches, scratch, sea, Silver Ship, spirits, strength, Tahiti, temper, The Cruise of the Silver Ship, trouble, typewrite, Uahiva, verse, voyage | Leave a comment

I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

Posted on December 20, 2014 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 682.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1912, pp. 132-135] 608 Bush Street, San Francisco, California, Jan. 23, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged 608 Bush Street, affection, amusement, anticipation, apprehension, Arabs, bear, bed, blame, blessed, blood and thunder story, boast, books, busy, California, cast off, cause, cheap living, citizen, city, colds, commodity, conduct, constancy, consumption, corner, delay, desponding, devil, doubt, e.g., early, ease, economical, end, engaged, England, essays, exaggerations, father, feelings, French, friends, future, genius, Gosse, grateful, grieve, hate, health, Henry David Thoreau: his character and opinions, hero, hints, hope, innocent, invalid, Japanese, Leslie Stephen, literature, Longfellow, Lord, love, loved, malaria, March, marriage, masthead, military stores, Monterey, Mrs. Gosse, my people, New Jerusalem, overblown, past, Pavilion on the Links, philosophy, pleuritic flea-bites, postulant, quiet, return, reward, Robert Louis Stevenson, sad, San Francisco, shame, son, strangers, style, summon, talent, temper, tenderness, thunderclouds, tit-bits, tremble, trials, Weg, well, wives, woman, Yoshida Torajiro | Leave a comment

A little lake of tarnished green deepening into a blood-orange at the margins

Posted on June 7, 2014 by mafalda

In Edinburgh Sacramental fast-days were observed on the Thursday before the last Sunday of April and October; they were discontinued in 1887. The ‘Song of Deborah and Barak’ is from the Bible, Judges 5. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts … Continue reading →

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I had a quarrel with the American on politics

Posted on April 20, 2014 by mafalda

The Confederate privateer Alabama, built in England for the Confederate States Navy, caused disorder and devastation in the shipping of the North during the American Civil War, in years 1862-1864. The prolonged negotiations over the US Government’s claim for compensation … Continue reading →

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Beggars must not be choosers

Posted on April 6, 2014 by mafalda

After spending a few days in one of the more retired hotels of Monte Carlo, RLS and Sidney Colvin go on to Mentone and settle at the Hotel Mirabeau, (no more existing) near the eastern extremity of the town. P.R. … Continue reading →

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“With the great sliding doors wide open in an undershirt and p’jama trousers”

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“Better a finger aff as aye waggin”

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“I could bear to go down myself, but not to have much MS go down with me”

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

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Beggars must not be choosers

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