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There are two sides to all things, and the old scalded baby had his noble side

Posted on July 31, 2016 by mafalda

RLS had been asked by his father to look over the proofs of a paper which the latter was about to read, as President of the Royal Society of Edinburgh, ‘On the Principal Causes of Silting in Estuaries,’ in connection … Continue reading →

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My soul sickens at the look of a quarto. I want a refined octavo

Posted on October 14, 2015 by mafalda

RLS was beginning to send home some of the MS of AChild’s Garden of Verses, the title of which had not yet been settled. The pieces as first numbered are in a different order from that afterwards adopted, but the … Continue reading →

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

Posted on April 17, 2015 by mafalda

These years were those of the Fenian dynamite outrages at Clerkenwell Prison, the Tower of London, the House of Lords, etc. Jeremiah O’Donovan ‘Rossa’ (1831-1915) was an “Irish Fenian revolutionary leader, journalist and propagandist. After being imprisoned in England he … Continue reading →

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There are two sides to all things, and the old scalded baby had his noble side

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My soul sickens at the look of a quarto. I want a refined octavo

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