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O, I have such a longing for children of my own; and yet I do not think I could bear it if I had one

RLS’s first introduction to the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849-1903): the acquaintance ripened quickly into a close and stimulating friendship. Henley suffered from a tubercolous disease: he had a wooden leg, and when the desease threatened his other foot, … Continue reading

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