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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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You can draw and yet you do not love the ugly: what are you doing in this age?

Posted on January 15, 2017 by mafalda

RLS accepted the dedication of Low’s illustrated edition of Keats’s Lamia, and sent him in return the newly published Jekyll and Hyde. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this … Continue reading →

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I vote for separations

Posted on August 20, 2015 by mafalda

As the ways and restrictions of a settled invalid were repugnant to RLS’s character and instincts, so were the life and society of a regular invalid station depressing and uncongenial to him. He determined, accordingly, to avoid settling in one … Continue reading →

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I take my walks abroad, witching the world

Posted on April 26, 2015 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, 838.] To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 56-57] The Cottage, Castleton of Braemar [Mid-August 1881]. … Continue reading →

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

Posted on April 17, 2015 by mafalda

These years were those of the Fenian dynamite outrages at Clerkenwell Prison, the Tower of London, the House of Lords, etc. Jeremiah O’Donovan ‘Rossa’ (1831-1915) was an “Irish Fenian revolutionary leader, journalist and propagandist. After being imprisoned in England he … Continue reading →

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

Posted on December 20, 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, 682.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1912, pp. 132-135] 608 Bush Street, San Francisco, California, Jan. 23, … Continue reading →

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I am here in my dear forest all day in the open air

Posted on July 10, 2014 by mafalda

As the spring advances Stevenson has again been much out of sorts, and has gone for a change, in the company of his cousin R.A.M. Stevenson (Bob), on his first visit to the artist haunts of Fontainebleau which will be … Continue reading →

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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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You can draw and yet you do not love the ugly: what are you doing in this age?

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I vote for separations

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I take my walks abroad, witching the world

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

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I am here in my dear forest all day in the open air

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