The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 25
1895
The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 25
1895
Volume 25 of the Swanston Edition gathers Stevenson's correspondence from his first year at Vailima, the remote Samoan estate he built with his wife Fanny in the South Seas. These are not the adventure narratives that made his name, but something rarer: the private Stevenson, wrestling with manual labor, local customs, and the punishing tropical environment while trying to maintain his literary output. The letters reveal a man caught between worlds, observing Samoan politics with keen interest while grappling with the practical hardships of building a home in the Pacific. He writes of struggles with labor, the complexities of colonial-era diplomacy, and his own literary projects with characteristic wit and self-deprecation. The collection offers an intimate portrait of an artist in exile, far from Victorian Edinburgh, finding new purpose in the soil and society of Samoa. For readers who know Treasure Island, these letters present a fascinating coda: Stevenson in his final years, no longer a boy adventurer but a middle-aged man building something lasting in alien ground.
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“What am I to call it? Diffidence? The fear of ridicule? Inverted vanity? What matters names, if it has brought me to this? I could never bear to be bustling about nothing; I was ashamed of this toy kingdom from the first; I could not tolerate that people should fancy I believed in a thing so patently absurd! I would do nothing that cannot be done smiling. I have a sense of humour, forsooth! I must know better than my Maker. And it was the same thing in my marriage," he added more hoarsely. "I did not believe this girl could care for me; I must not intrude; I must preserve the foppery of my indifference. What an impotent picture!""Ay, we have the same blood," moralised Gotthold. "You are drawing, with fine strokes, the character of the born sceptic.""Sceptic?”
— Robert Louis Stevenson
“Vanity dies hard, in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.””
— Robert Louis Stevenson
“Rightly looked upon,' mused Gotthold, 'it is ourselves that we cannot forgive, when we refuse forgiveness to our friend. Some strand of our own misdoing is involved in every quarrel.””
— Robert Louis Stevenson
“The woman who can manage, like the man who can fight, must never shrink from an encounter. The knight must not disgrace his weapons.””
— Robert Louis Stevenson
“The stars alone, cheerful whisperers, confer quietly with each of us like friends; they give ear to our sorrows smilingly, like wise old men, rich in tolerance; and by their double scale, so small to the eye, so vast to the imagination, they keep before the mind the double character of man’s nature and fate.””
— Robert Louis Stevenson
“And yet it has not changed my love,’ returned Otto softly. ‘Our misdeeds do not change us. Gotthold, fill your glass. Let us drink to what is good in this bad business; let us drink to our old affection; and, when we have done so, forgive your too just grounds of offence, and drink with me to my wife, whom I have so misused, who has so misused me, and whom I have left, I fear, I greatly fear, in danger. What matters it how bad we are, if others can still love us, and we can still love others?””
— Robert Louis Stevenson
“The devil you would!’ exclaimed the Prince. The licentiate Roederer laughed most heartily. ‘I thought I should astonish you,’ he said. ‘These are not the ideas of the masses.””
— Robert Louis Stevenson
“When you look about you,’ interrupted the licentiate, ‘you behold the ignorant. But in the laboratory of opinion, beside the studious lamp, we begin already to discard these figments. We begin to return to nature’s order,””
— Robert Louis Stevenson
“O, sir!’ she cried, ‘I wish to beg of you to spare my father; for I assure your Highness, if he had known who you was, he would have bitten his tongue out sooner. And Fritz, too”
— Robert Louis Stevenson
