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“We are in that part of the year which I like the best – the Rainy or Hurricane Season”

Posted on September 11, 2023 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letters, see Mehew 8, 2663.] To Alison Cunningham [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 261-2] Vailima, December 5, 1893 My dearest Cummy, This goes to you with a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. The Happy … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged Burns, Christmas, Cummy, Cunningham, Edinburgh, Fife, hibiscus, Hurricane Season, Longfellow, mail, mother, New Year, Noor's Day, rainy season, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Scots, sea, snow, trees, Vailima, weather, winter | Leave a comment

“I like more and more naked writing; and yet sometimes one has a longing for full colour…”

Posted on March 16, 2023 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2563.] To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, pp. 198-204] [Vailima,] April 25th [1893] My dear Colvin, Today early … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged abstract, Adar, Ahab, air, Antéchrist, Attwater, Balfour, banyan, Belle, Boccaccio, Brassey, Browne, captain, characters, Chief Justice, Child's Play, church, colour, Colvin, Cusack-Smith, David Balfour, Davy Jones, drum, Ebb Tide, essays, Fanny, Farakava, Farallone, Figure head, Flaubert, Folau, Four Beasts, French, grey, health, heaven, hell, Histoire d'Israel, hunter, Illustrated London News, Islet, Jack, Janet Nicoll, jetzebel, Kidnapped, king, Lantern Bearers, Laupepa, Les Origines du Christianisme, Lloyd, Maben, Malie, manse, Mataafa, Memories and Portraits, Michelet, Mulinuu, naked writing, natives, negotiation, Nero, New Testament, pages, Pan's Pipes, Papeete, Pastoral, pgotograph, President of the Apia Municipal Council, Pulvis et Umbra, purao, Random Memories, Renan, Revelations, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Samoan Jew, St Paul, Talk and Talkers, Tanugamanono, tapu, taro, Tivoli Hotel, To-Day, trees, Vailima, Waverley Novels, Weir of Hermiston, Wiseman, Wishart, woods, words, yams, Young Chevalier | Leave a comment

“Wherever we are it is but a stage on the way to somewhere else”

Posted on May 14, 2022 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, 2447.] To Adelaide Boodle (continued) [Colvin 1912, pp. 287-91] [Vailima Plantation, Samoan Islands, August 14th, 1892] Here … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged Adelaide Road, Austin, beach, birds, Boodle, bridge, cab, cart-horses, cellar, Charing Cross, childhood, children, Chinese, commissions, dandy, dictation, Edinburgh, eels, Europe, Fanny, Fanny's garden, fish, gamekeeper, health, kilts, King of France, King's palace, Lions, little girls, London, memories, mob, nutmegs, oaks, oranges, parrots, prawns, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Samoans, Savaii, scrivener's cramp, streams, Surrey gipsy, sward, Tapu a fafine, trees, Upolu, Vailima, walk, women, woods, work-boys | Leave a comment

“I would tell you more of it, but I think I’m going to use it in a tale”

Posted on September 12, 2021 by mafalda

[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] Thursday [17 December] – Yesterday the same expedition set forth … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged A Footnote to History, Apia, bananas, bath, beach, Becker, Belle, birds, bread-fruit, brooks, Burlingame, Capt. Hand, Carruther's Road, Christmas, clouds, Colkitto, Colvin, crayfish, Dowdney, Embassy Water, excitement, expedition, exploration, Faauma, famine, Fancy Ball, Fanny, forest, French, Galasp, Germans, Haggard, haunted place, hurricane, Jack, Knappe, lamplight, Lauilo, lava, Lloyd, Malietoa, Mataafa, Mepi Tree, natives, night, officials, plateau, politics, pools, rain, ravine, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, shutters, signals, smiles, song, SouthSeas, squalls, storm, stream, taboo, temperature, The Beach of Falesá, thrilling, times, trees, Vailima, walking, war, water, waterfalls, weather, whites, wind, wreck, Wrecker | Leave a comment

“At the lip of a plateau, I suppose the top of Vaea mountain”

Posted on September 5, 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 [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 378-92] [Vailima] Tuesday [15] Dec. 1891 Sir, I have the … Continue reading →

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“And then I knew for sure that they were all children in a fairy-story”

Posted on July 14, 2019 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2129.] To Thomas Archer [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 91-4] Tautira, Island of Taiti [? 18 December 1888] Dear Tomarcher, This is a pretty state of things! seven … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Aeneid, Archer, balls, Barbedine, bathing, breakfast, children, church, clothes, cocoa-nut, dictionary, Europe, fairy-tale, Fanny, forest, fruit, games, gig, hats, hopscotch, horses, island, kilt, Latin, London, moonlight, mountains, names, natives, night, Ori a Ori, rats, river, road, Robert Louis Stevenson, Rui, sea, Skerryvore, South Seas, stilts, sub-chief, sun, Tahitian, Tautira, Teriitera, Tomarcher, toy-shops, toys, trees, Virgil, waves, whips, wife | 1 Comment

I kept up as long as I could in an imitation of a street singer

Posted on May 27, 2015 by mafalda

RLS left Davos on December 18th, 1881, and went after Fanny to Berne, where she had consulted a doctor for her own illness. The next is after going down to meet his wife and stepson, when the former had left … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged better, brandy, Byron, Christmas, cold, corpse-coloured, Courage, Davos, death, dentist, drive, dumb, Fanny, fear, hands, Hôtel Buol, imitation, journey, Lachin y Gair, laudanum, Lloyd, mother, noon, Prättigau, refuse, rheumatiz, Robert Louis Stevenson, sleigh, street singer, suffer, sun, terror, trees, wretchedness | Leave a comment

Flush-faced they played with old polysyllables

Posted on March 27, 2015 by mafalda

At Davos, the following experiment in Horatian alcaics was suggested by conversations with Horatio (!) F. Brown (historian specialised in the history of Venice) and J.A. Symonds (historian of the Italian Renaissance), on metrical forms, followed by the despatch of … Continue reading →

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‘Vixerunt nonnulli in agris, delectati re sua familiari’

Posted on February 5, 2015 by mafalda

RLS and Fanny were married on 19 May 1880 by the Revd William Anderson Scott, a Scots Presbyterian minister, at his home in Post Street, San Francisco. After staying 3 days at the Palace Hotel, they left San Francisco. on … Continue reading →

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I was very glad to be back again in this dear place, and smell the wet forest in the morning

Posted on August 5, 2014 by mafalda

Having on the 14th of July 1875 passed with credit his examination for the Bar at Edinburgh, RLS thenceforth enjoyed whatever status and consideration attaches to the title of Advocate. But he made no serious attempt to practise, and by … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: trees

“We are in that part of the year which I like the best – the Rainy or Hurricane Season”

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“I like more and more naked writing; and yet sometimes one has a longing for full colour…”

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“Wherever we are it is but a stage on the way to somewhere else”

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“I would tell you more of it, but I think I’m going to use it in a tale”

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“At the lip of a plateau, I suppose the top of Vaea mountain”

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“And then I knew for sure that they were all children in a fairy-story”

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I kept up as long as I could in an imitation of a street singer

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Flush-faced they played with old polysyllables

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‘Vixerunt nonnulli in agris, delectati re sua familiari’

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I was very glad to be back again in this dear place, and smell the wet forest in the morning

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