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days; do you remember still the phrase we heard in Waterloo Place?
I believe you made a piece for the piano on that phrase。 Pray; if
you remember it; send it me in your next。 If you find it
impossible to write correctly; send it me A LA RECITATIVE; and
indicate the accents。 Do you feel (you must) how strangely heavy
and stupid I am? I must at last give up and go sleep; I am simply
a rag。
The morrow: I feel better; but still dim and groggy。 To…night I
go to the governor's; such a lark … no dress clothes … twenty…four
hours' notice … able…bodied Polish tailor … suit made for a man
with the figure of a puncheon … same hastily altered for self with
the figure of a bodkin … sight inconceivable。 Never mind; dress
clothes; 'which nobody can deny'; and the officials have been all
so civil that I liked neither to refuse nor to appear in mufti。
Bad dress clothes only prove you are a grisly ass; no dress
clothes; even when explained; indicate a want of respect。 I wish
you were here with me to help me dress in this wild raiment; and to
accompany me to M。 Noel…Pardon's。 I cannot say what I would give
if there came a knock now at the door and you came in。 I guess
Noel…Pardon would go begging; and we might burn the fr。 200 dress
clothes in the back garden for a bonfire; or what would be yet more
expensive and more humorous; get them once more expanded to fit
you; and when that was done; a second time cut down for my gossamer
dimensions。
I hope you never forget to remember me to your father; who has
always a place in my heart; as I hope I have a little in his。 His
kindness helped me infinitely when you and I were young; I recall
it with gratitude and affection in this town of convicts at the
world's end。 There are very few things; my dear Charles; worth
mention: on a retrospect of life; the day's flash and colour; one
day with another; flames; dazzles; and puts to sleep; and when the
days are gone; like a fast…flying thaumatrope; they make but a
single pattern。 Only a few things stand out; and among these …
most plainly to me … Rutland Square; … Ever; my dear Charles; your
affectionate friend;
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON。
P。S。 … Just returned from trying on the dress clo'。 Lord; you
should see the coat! It stands out at the waist like a bustle; the
flaps cross in front; the sleeves are like bags。
Letter: TO E。 L。 BURLINGAME
UNION CLUB; SYDNEY 'AUGUST 1890'。
MY DEAR BURLINGAME
BALLADS。
The deuce is in this volume。 It has cost me more botheration and
dubiety than any other I ever took in hand。 On one thing my mind
is made up: the verses at the end have no business there; and
throw them down。 Many of them are bad; many of the rest want nine
years' keeping; and the remainder are not relevant … throw them
down; some I never want to hear of more; others will grow in time
towards decent items in a second UNDERWOODS … and in the meanwhile;
down with them! At the same time; I have a sneaking idea the
ballads are not altogether without merit … I don't know if they're
poetry; but they're good narrative; or I'm deceived。 (You've never
said one word about them; from which I astutely gather you are dead
set against: 'he was a diplomatic man' … extract from epitaph of
E。 L。 B。 … 'and remained on good terms with Minor Poets。') You
will have to judge: one of the Gladstonian trinity of paths must
be chosen。 (1st) Either publish the five ballads; such as they
are; in a volume called BALLADS; in which case pray send sheets at
once to Chatto and Windus。 Or (2nd) write and tell me you think
the book too small; and I'll try and get into the mood to do some
more。 Or (3rd) write and tell me the whole thing is a blooming
illusion; in which case draw off some twenty copies for my private
entertainment; and charge me with the expense of the whole dream。
In the matter of rhyme no man can judge himself; I am at the
world's end; have no one to consult; and my publisher holds his
tongue。 I call it unfair and almost unmanly。 I do indeed begin to
be filled with animosity; Lord; wait till you see the continuation
of THE WRECKER; when I introduce some New York publishers。 。 。 It's
a good scene; the quantities you drink and the really hideous
language you are represented as employing may perhaps cause you one
tithe of the pain you have inflicted by your silence on; sir; The
Poetaster;
R。 L。 S。
Lloyd is off home; my wife and I dwell sundered: she in lodgings;
preparing for the move; I here in the club; and at my old trade …
bedridden。 Naturally; the visit home is given up; we only wait our
opportunity to get to Samoa; where; please; address me。
Have I yet asked you to despatch the books and papers left in your
care to me at Apia; Samoa? I wish you would; QUAM PRIMUM。
R。 L。 S。
Letter: TO HENRY JAMES
UNION CLUB; SYDNEY; AUGUST 1890。
MY DEAR HENRY JAMES; … Kipling is too clever to live。 The BETE
HUMAINE I had already perused in Noumea; listening the while to the
strains of the convict band。 He a Beast; but not human; and; to be
frank; not very interesting。 'Nervous maladies: the homicidal
ward;' would be the better name: O; this game gets very tedious。
Your two long and kind letters have helped to entertain the old
familiar sickbed。 So has a book called THE BONDMAN; by Hall Caine;
I wish you would look at it。 I am not half…way through yet。 Read
the book; and communicate your views。 Hall Caine; by the way;
appears to take Hugo's view of History and Chronology。 (LATER; the
book doesn't keep up; it gets very wild。)
I must tell you plainly … I can't tell Colvin … I do not think I
shall come to England more than once; and then it'll be to die。
Health I enjoy in the tropics; even here; which they call sub… or
semi…tropical; I come only to catch cold。 I have not been out
since my arrival; live here in a nice bedroom by the fireside; and
read books and letters from Henry James; and send out to get his
TRAGIC MUSE; only to be told they can't be had as yet in Sydney;
and have altogether a placid time。 But I can't go out! The
thermometer was nearly down to 50 degrees the other day … no
temperature for me; Mr。 James: how should I do in England? I fear
not at all。 Am I very sorry? I am sorry about seven or eight
people in England; and one or two in the States。 And outside of
that; I simply prefer Samoa。 These are the words of honesty and
soberness。 (I am fasting from all but sin; coughing; THE BONDMAN;
a couple of eggs and a cup of tea。) I was never fond of towns;
houses; society; or (it seems) civilisation。 Nor yet it seems was
I ever very fond of (what is technically called) God's green earth。
The sea; islands; the islanders; the island life and climate; make
and keep me truly happier。 These last two years I have been much
at sea; and I have NEVER WEARIED; sometimes I have indeed grown
impatient for some destination; more often I was sorry that the
voyage drew so early to an end; and never once did I lose my
fidelity to blue water and a ship。 It is plain; then; that for me
my exile to the place of schooners and islands can be in no sense
regarded as a calamity。
Good…bye just now: I must take a turn at my proofs。
N。B。 … Even my wife has weakened about the sea。 She wearied; the
last time we were ashore; to get afloat again。 … Yours ever;
R。 L。 S。
Letter: TO MARCEL SCHWOB
UNION CLUB; SYDNEY; AUGUST 19TH; 1890。
MY DEAR MR。 SCHWOB; … MAIS; ALORS; VOUS AVEZ TOUS LES BONHEURS;
VOUS! More about Villon; it seems incredible: when it is put in
order; pray send it me。
You wish to translate the BLACK ARROW: dear sir; you are hereby
authorised; but I warn you; I do not like the work。 Ah; if you;
who know so well bot