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“Sick and well, I have had a splendid life of it, grudge nothing, regret very little”

Posted on June 27, 2021 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2360.] To H.B. Baildon [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 283-6] Vailima, Upolu [? October or November 1891] My dear Baildon, This is a real disappointment. It was so long since we had … Continue reading →

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“The night draws on and I must be on ‘the eight seas’ tomorrow”

Posted on November 3, 2019 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2161.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, pp. 246-7: http://www.hathitrust.org%5D [Honolulu, 25 April 1889] My dear Charles, I forget if I have made my plans clear to you. … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged American, Apia, Baxter, Casco, cave, chamberlains, church, Consul, crew, cruise, Ebb-Tide, eight seas, English, Equator, French, Germans, Gilberts, gin, harbour, Hawaii, Honolulu, hurricane, Kamehameha, Kona, Lloyd, mail, Papeete, Pearlfisher, pirates, proceeds, rivals, Robert Louis Stevenson, Robin Run-the-Hedge, Samoa, San Francisco, schooner, sea, seaboard, seamen, South Seas, Tahiti, treasure, yarn, young | 1 Comment

“You should have seen us counting over the ship’s specie today: Treasure Island wasn’t a circumstance”

Posted on April 2, 2019 by mafalda

RLS, his mother, stepson Lloyd and servant Valentine left New York on 2 June 1888 and travelled by train to San Francisco, where Fanny joined them. The agreement to charter the schooner Casco was signed on 21 June with her … Continue reading →

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“I am, my dear fellow, the most purely unhappy card on ground”

Posted on March 23, 2019 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 2094.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, 1956, pp. 228-9, at http://www.hathitrust.org] [Manasquan, N.J., 26 May 1888] My dear Charles, I shall just have to ask you to … Continue reading →

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“It is a far finer thing to be in love, or to risk a danger, than to paint the finest picture or write the noblest book”

Posted on May 14, 2017 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 5, 1642.] To Harriet Monroe [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 335-338] [Skerryvore, Bournemouth, 30 June 1886] My dear … Continue reading →

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We are here not to make, but to tread predestined pathways; we are the foam of a wave

Posted on December 17, 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 4, 1159.] To his father [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 175-177] La Solitude, Hyères, 12th October 1883 My … Continue reading →

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I am afraid I am not so rigid on chastity

Posted on July 25, 2015 by mafalda

Arthur Trevor Haddon (1864-1841), English portrait painter, won a scholarship at the Slade School in 1883. As a young art student he had written to RLS after reading his essay on Walt Whitman (see previous post). [As usual, for correct … Continue reading →

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No man can settle another’s life for him… each in turn must meet and beard the Sphynx

Posted on July 22, 2015 by mafalda

RLS left Davos on April 20th, 1882, with his wife and stepson. After some weeks in London, where RLS’s parents joyned them, (Fanny was unwell and RLS needed some rest), they were back to Edinburgh on May 20th. The following … Continue reading →

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But death is no bad friend

Posted on November 29, 2014 by mafalda

The following is in acknowledgment of Edmund Gosse’s volume called New Poems. The ‘Plymouth Brother’ refers to an anecdote told in Travels With a Donkey, Chapter ‘In the Valley of the Tarn’. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts … Continue reading →

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You must not expect to hear much from me for the next two weeks

Posted on September 29, 2014 by mafalda

This letter tells of the progress of the Portfolio papers called Picturesque Notes on Edinburgh; and of preparations for the walking tour narrated in Travels with a Donkey. Philip Gilbert Hamerton, editor of the Portfolio and author of many well-known … Continue reading →

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“Sick and well, I have had a splendid life of it, grudge nothing, regret very little”

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“The night draws on and I must be on ‘the eight seas’ tomorrow”

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“You should have seen us counting over the ship’s specie today: Treasure Island wasn’t a circumstance”

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“I am, my dear fellow, the most purely unhappy card on ground”

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“It is a far finer thing to be in love, or to risk a danger, than to paint the finest picture or write the noblest book”

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We are here not to make, but to tread predestined pathways; we are the foam of a wave

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I am afraid I am not so rigid on chastity

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No man can settle another’s life for him… each in turn must meet and beard the Sphynx

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But death is no bad friend

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You must not expect to hear much from me for the next two weeks

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