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I don’t want no such a parent… his gloom is gallows-worthy

Posted on February 17, 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, 1205.] To his mother [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 193-194] [La Solitude, Hyères] Last Sunday of ’83 [30 December] … Continue reading →

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You must like my wife, because she likes cats

Posted on April 8, 2015 by mafalda

RLS’s had asked his friend Gosse to write a testimonial in support of his candidature for the Edinburgh History Chair. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this … Continue reading →

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

Posted on March 25, 2015 by mafalda

Colvin went out to Davos in January 1881, and found RLS apparently little improved in health, and depressed by a sad turn of destiny which had brought out his old friend Mrs. Sitwell to the same place, at the same … Continue reading →

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The handwriting is not good because of the ship’s misconduct

Posted on October 22, 2014 by mafalda

In France, RLS had met Fanny Van de Grift Osbourne, the American lady who was afterwards to become his wife. Her domestic relations had not been fortunate; and almost from their first meeting, at Grez in 1876, he conceived for … Continue reading →

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And yet it burns cheerily

Posted on March 9, 2014 by mafalda

Written after an outpouring about difficulties at home. Portobello is the beach resort 3 miles east of Edinburgh. The ‘Spec’ is the Speculative Society, the literary and debating society founded in 1764 at Edinburgh University. The German quotes are taken … Continue reading →

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I don’t want no such a parent… his gloom is gallows-worthy

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You must like my wife, because she likes cats

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

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The handwriting is not good because of the ship’s misconduct

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And yet it burns cheerily

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