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“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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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged aitu fafine, banana, banyan, Bishop, brook, bull, bush, climb, cocoanut, Colvin, devil, elf, exploration, fish, horse, Jack, lava, marsh, mill, mistery, mountain, mutiny, plateau, pool, riding, river, Robert Louis Stevenson, rock, Samoa, Samoan, schottische, sound, stream, succubus, swamp, terror, trees, Vaea, Vailima, valley, voices, water, wood | Leave a comment

“If Reid had been still living, I would have written to tell him that, for me, it had come true”

Posted on August 14, 2020 by mafalda

During the absence of the Stevensons at Sydney some eight acres of the Vailima property had been cleared of jungle, a cottage roughly built on the clearing, and something done towards making the track up the hill from Apia into … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged angels, Apia, autumn, axe, banana patch, bananas, battle, Bene, birds, boss, boundary, Boys, bungler, bush, church, Clarke, cocoa palms, Colvin, conscience, Consul, cook, copy, corn, country, design, Devonshire, dinner, Euxesis, Fanny, farmering, flageolet, flowers, forest, garbage, garden, Goldsmith, handiwork, Henry, horse, In the South Seas, Jack, Janet Nicoll, king, labourers, Lafaele, lettuce, lianas, life, Malietoa Laupepa, Mayne Reid, meat, mission, missionaries, Moors, Mount Vaea, mystery, natives, onions, Orange, path-making, Paul, Peni, pigs, pioneering, plantation, policy, rain, Rarotonga, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Samoan, Savaii, Simele, Skeggs, smell, streams, sty, sun, superstitions, sweat, Tanugamanono, Town Hall, track, Vailima, Vaituliga, verandah, verse, Vicar of Wakefield, water, waterfalls, weeding, weeds, white man, wire, work, Wrecker, yarns | Leave a comment

“I like myself better in the woods”

Posted on April 22, 2018 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1899.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 14-16] [Saranac Lake, Oct. 8th 1887] My dear Gosse, have just read your article twice, with cheers of … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Adirondacks, Americans, appreciation, Baker’s, book-wreck, Busby, candour, captain, Davos Press, dedication, doctors, Gosse, heather, highland, hills, Hugo, Latin, laughter, Leech, Longman's, peat, post, public, reproof, Robert Louis Stevenson, Saranac Lake, snow, Swinburne, telegram, Tyndall, Underwoods, verses, water, winds, woods | Leave a comment

“Lord, what a silly thing is popularity!”

Posted on February 17, 2018 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1881.] To Henry James [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 6-7] [Newport, 18 September 1887] My dear James, Here we are at Newport in the house of the good Fairchilds; and … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged America, banks, bed, beer, bell, bower, cages, cargo, chocolates, cold, crockery, curaçoa, dinner, divinity, eat, Fairchild, Fanny, fmeat, haystack, health, Jacko, James, kindness, Ludgate Hill, matches, meanness, menagerie, monkeys, New York, Newport, obscurity, passengers, popularity, port, porter, regret, Robert Louis Stevenson, sea, ship, Skerryvore, soda-water, stallions, state-room, tarpaulin, voyage, water | Leave a comment

Some day climb as high as Halkerside for me, and sprinkle some of the well water on the turf

Posted on December 29, 2017 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1795.] To Alison Cunningham [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 368-370] Skerryvore, April 16th, 1887 My dearest Cummy, As usual, … Continue reading →

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We found the place a bed of lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one)

Posted on March 29, 2015 by mafalda

On the way home from Switzerland to Scotland RLS had stopped for a while at Fontainebleau, and then in Paris; whence, finding himself unpleasantly affected by the climate, he presently took refuge at St. Germain-en-Laye. That was the fifth cholera … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Arcadia, beeches, birds, burn, cheerful, comic opera, death, Fanny, fir, forest, fun, glade, glass, Hotel du Pavillon Henry IV, ideal, kettle, kid glove, lilacs, limpness, mend, moral health, nightingales, Pan, parents, Paris, pavilion, pestilence, physical health, piasseur, picnic, Robert Louis Stevenson, Scotland, sore throat, St. Germain-en-Laye, sylvan creatures, water | Leave a comment

‘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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There is a wonderful callousness in human nature which enables us to live

Posted on November 9, 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, 655.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 1, pp. 288-290] Monterey, 8th October 1879. My dear Weg,I … Continue reading →

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I take one of my meals in a little French restaurant; for the other two, I sponge

Posted on November 4, 2014 by mafalda

RLS had come to Monterey to wait for his future wife’s divorce to become final. The Story of a Lie was published on the New Quarterly Review, in October 1879. Dr. J.P.E. Heintz lodged at the ‘French House’, a rough … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: water

“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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“If Reid had been still living, I would have written to tell him that, for me, it had come true”

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“I like myself better in the woods”

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“Lord, what a silly thing is popularity!”

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Some day climb as high as Halkerside for me, and sprinkle some of the well water on the turf

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We found the place a bed of lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one)

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‘Vixerunt nonnulli in agris, delectati re sua familiari’

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There is a wonderful callousness in human nature which enables us to live

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I take one of my meals in a little French restaurant; for the other two, I sponge

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