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“Hunger my driver, I go where I must”

Posted on June 1, 2019 by mafalda

Evidently a continuation of the previous letter. [For correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2122] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, p. 239-40, http://www.hathitrust.org%5D Tautira [8 or 9 November 1888] My dear Charles, I forgot: Mrs. Mary … Continue reading →

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

Posted on March 2, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1232.] To William Ernest Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 145-147] La Solitude, Hyères [c. 13 March 1884] Dear … Continue reading →

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I am afraid I am not so rigid on chastity

Posted on July 25, 2015 by mafalda

Arthur Trevor Haddon (1864-1841), English portrait painter, won a scholarship at the Slade School in 1883. As a young art student he had written to RLS after reading his essay on Walt Whitman (see previous post). [As usual, for correct … Continue reading →

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Here I am in my native land

Posted on March 31, 2015 by mafalda

RLS and Fanny travelled from Paris to London soon after 18 May, 1881, visiting Fanny’s son, Lloyd, who was studying at York. Then they returned to Scotland, moving (on 6 June) to Pitlochry, Perthshire, and staying at first at Fisher’s … Continue reading →

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I saw that gentleman between the eyes, and fear him less after each visit

Posted on January 30, 2015 by mafalda

RLS had made friends with the American writer Charles Warren Stoddard (1843-1909), in the manner and amid the scenes faithfully described in The Wrecker, in the chapter called ‘Faces on the City Front.’ It appears from Stoddard’s letter that he … Continue reading →

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

Posted on January 4, 2015 by mafalda

One day at the Savile Club in London, RLS, hearing a certain laugh, cried out that he must know the laugher, who turned out to be a fellow-countryman, John Meiklejohn, the well-known educational authority and professor at St. Andrews University. … Continue reading →

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The end of life? Yes… I can tell you what that is

Posted on December 3, 2014 by mafalda

You can read RLS’s Story of a Lie at http://www.robert-louis-stevenson.org/short-stories/73-qthe-story-of-a-lie-1879; andTravels with a donkey in the Cévennes at http://www.robert-louis-stevenson.org/travel-writing. The Burns is RLS’s essay Some Aspects of Robert Burns, published on Cornhill Magazine 40 (October 1879). You can read it … 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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My own autumnal humour

Posted on March 13, 2014 by mafalda

Sidney Colvin publishes only brief excerpts from a very long (and romantic) journal-letter written by RLS to his friend Fanny Sitwell, one of the letters containing a full and intimate record of his daily moods and doings, which he is … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: vanity

“Hunger my driver, I go where I must”

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

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I am afraid I am not so rigid on chastity

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Here I am in my native land

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I saw that gentleman between the eyes, and fear him less after each visit

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

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The end of life? Yes… I can tell you what that is

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Beggars must not be choosers

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My own autumnal humour

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