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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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You doctors have a serious responsibility

Posted on January 17, 2015 by mafalda

Dr William Bamford (1820-1881) was an English physician, educated in Canada, who had worked in East Oakland since 1867. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, … Continue reading →

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To the folks that mind o’ me when I’m awa’

Posted on December 16, 2014 by mafalda

The Dook de Karneel (= Duke of Cornhill) and Marky de Stephen is Leslie Stephen, the editor of Cornill Magazine. The “blood and thunder” is RLS’s story, The Pavilion on the Links, just then accepted for the Cornhill. The Deacon … Continue reading →

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The public must be educated to buy my stories or I shall never make a cent

Posted on November 29, 2014 by mafalda

Nothing came of the other stories at the end of this lettere, but The Pavilion on the Links. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see … Continue reading →

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I think I have travelled with donkeys all my life

Posted on October 13, 2014 by mafalda

This correspondent, the long-lived spinster among Margaret Balfour Stevenson’s sisters (died 1907, aged 91) and well-beloved ‘Auntie’ of a numerousclan of nephews and nieces, is the subject of the set of verses, Auntie’s Skirts, in the Child’s Garden of Verses. … Continue reading →

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It is a new form of excess for me; but I think it pays less than any of them

Posted on September 24, 2014 by mafalda

This letter tells of preparations for RLS’s walking tour in the Cevennes (South-Central France), narrated in Travels with a Donkey. He compared Le Monastier, a town of lace-makers, with Scotland, in terms of habits and accent. About the modern ‘Randonnée … Continue reading →

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

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You doctors have a serious responsibility

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To the folks that mind o’ me when I’m awa’

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The public must be educated to buy my stories or I shall never make a cent

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I think I have travelled with donkeys all my life

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It is a new form of excess for me; but I think it pays less than any of them

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