Some eminent Victorians: Personal recollections in the world of art and lettersCarr, J. Comyns (Joseph Comyns)
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Some eminent Victorians: Personal recollections in the world of art and letters
Carr, J. Comyns (Joseph Comyns)
Art, Victorian; English literature -- 19th century; Great Britain -- Intellectual life -- 19th century
But of the figures of that little coterie to which I was so often and so
hospitably bidden, the engaging personality of Robert Louis Stevenson
stands out distinctly. He carried with him throughout all the period in
which I had any knowledge of him the indestructible character of a boy.
The conscious artistic quality which marks his literary work, yielding
to it a perfection which made it even then a mark of envy for us all,
had no place in his personal converse. As a talker he made no demand for
consideration, and it was that perhaps which lent to his companionship
such a singular charm. What he had to say, though it was often
brilliantly said, left little sense of premeditation. The topic of the
moment, however carelessly it might have been suggested, seemed in him
for the moment to be all-absorbing. However trivial it might be, it was
not too trivial for his acceptance; and however unpromising it might
seem to others, his quick agile spirit contrived to draw from its
discussion something that was notable and memorable.
I think of him now with his long straight hair carelessly flung
backward, and the swift alert eyes, quick in expressive response to any
point of humour that arose, as one of the most fascinating characters it
has ever been my fortune to encounter in conversation. He said nothing
that appeared to be considered, and little that was not illuminating,
and yet through it all, though his talk could rise on occasion to
heights of deep earnestness and enthusiasm, there remained the
ever-present sense of the boy. Something of the spirit of boyish
adventure inspired his presence, something, too, of boyish recklessness,
so that it was not always easy to remember, in the perfect freedom of
intercourse which his nature allowed, that he was before all things a
man of letters, a man to whom no refinement of our tongue was unknown:
above all things a student and a master of style, in his work constantly
perfecting an instrument which we, who were his contemporaries, were
very well aware that we used by comparison only as bunglers and
beginners.
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