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“I would give a leg that this were blotted out, and I could sit down with him as of yore”

Posted on March 18, 2019 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of these letters, see Mehew 6, 2090-2093.] W.E. Henley to RLS, with a note by RLS [Enclosed in letter 2093 to Baxter, see below] [Baxter Letters, 1956, pp. 216-7, at http://www.hathitrust.org] Merton Place, Chiswick W., … Continue reading →

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And now – I find I have only got a pair of walking-shoes and not yet begun to travel

Posted on September 24, 2015 by mafalda

The paper referred to at the beginning of the second paragraph is one on RLS in the Century Magazine, the first seriously critical notice, says Low, which appeared of him in the States. Henry Holt advertised New Arabian Nights as … Continue reading →

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I regret nothing, and do not even dislike these straits

Posted on December 22, 2014 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 683.] To Charles Baxter [Colvin 1911, 1, pp. 320-321] 608 Bush Street, San Francisco, Jan. 26, ’80. My … Continue reading →

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No man is any use until he has dared everything

Posted on October 25, 2014 by mafalda

RLS’s rail journey across America began from the New Jersey terminal of the Pennsylvania Railroad on the evening of 18 August 1879. At Pittsburgh on 19 August evening he changed to the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne and Chicago Railroad and travelled … Continue reading →

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Pitting my own humour to this old verse … we’ll walk the woods no more

Posted on August 7, 2014 by mafalda

At this time Stevenson was much occupied, as were several young writers his contemporaries, with imitating the artificial forms of early French verse. Some of his attempts have been preserved, like the two contained in this letter. The second is … Continue reading →

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“I would give a leg that this were blotted out, and I could sit down with him as of yore”

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And now – I find I have only got a pair of walking-shoes and not yet begun to travel

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I regret nothing, and do not even dislike these straits

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No man is any use until he has dared everything

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Pitting my own humour to this old verse … we’ll walk the woods no more

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