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It seems to me even dangerous to send patients to the Riviera, without special hints

Posted on May 21, 2016 by mafalda

Horace Benge Dobell was an English doctor and medical writer, Physician at the Royal Hospital for Diseases of the Chest, London (1859-1875), and later consulting physician at the Mont Dore sanitorium for patients with chest diseases at Bournemouth. In his … Continue reading →

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A fantastic sonata about the sea and wrecks

Posted on April 13, 2015 by mafalda

RLS was still getting testimonials from his acquaintances 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 letter, see … 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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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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My boat culbutted me

Posted on August 28, 2014 by mafalda

The following incident is related in a well-known passage of RLS’s Inland Voyage (chapter ‘The Oise in flood’), his travelogue about a canoeing trip through France and Belgium in 1876, with his friend Sir Walter Simpson. That was also his … Continue reading →

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I was very glad to be back again in this dear place, and smell the wet forest in the morning

Posted on August 5, 2014 by mafalda

Having on the 14th of July 1875 passed with credit his examination for the Bar at Edinburgh, RLS thenceforth enjoyed whatever status and consideration attaches to the title of Advocate. But he made no serious attempt to practise, and by … Continue reading →

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Conscientiousness is a sort of moral opium

Posted on May 16, 2014 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 274, dated May 19 ff., and 298, dated Jul. 20]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: wet

It seems to me even dangerous to send patients to the Riviera, without special hints

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

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My boat culbutted me

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I was very glad to be back again in this dear place, and smell the wet forest in the morning

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Conscientiousness is a sort of moral opium

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