The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson — Volume 2Stevenson, Robert Louis
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The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson — Volume 2
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Authors, Scottish -- 19th century -- Correspondence; Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 -- Correspondence
Should I ever again have to use my work without waiting for proofs, bear
in mind this golden principle. From a congenital defect, I must suppose,
I am unable to write the word OR—wherever I write it the printer
unerringly puts AS—and those who read for me had better, wherever it is
possible, substitute _or_ for _as_. This the more so since many writers
have a habit of using _as_ which is death to my temper and confusion to
my face.
R. L. S.
TO LIEUTENANT EELES
_Vailima Plantation_, _Upolu_, _Samoan Islands_, _November_ 15_th_, 1892.
DEAR EELES,—In the first place, excuse me writing to you by another hand,
as that is the way in which alone all my correspondence gets effected.
Before I took to this method, or rather before I found a victim, it
_simply_ didn’t get effected.
Thank you again and again, first for your kind thought of writing to me,
and second for your extremely amusing and interesting letter. You can
have no guess how immediately interesting it was to our family. First of
all, the poor soul at Nukufetau is an old friend of ours, and we have
actually treated him ourselves on a former visit to the island. I don’t
know if Hoskin would approve of our treatment; it consisted, I believe,
mostly in a present of stout and a recommendation to put nails in his
water-tank. We also (as you seem to have done) recommended him to leave
the island; and I remember very well how wise and kind we thought his
answer. He had half-caste children (he said) who would suffer and
perhaps be despised if he carried them elsewhere; if he left them there
alone, they would almost certainly miscarry; and the best thing was that
he should stay and die with them. But the cream of the fun was your
meeting with Burn. We not only know him, but (as the French say) we
don’t know anybody else; he is our intimate and adored original;
and—prepare your mind—he was, is, and ever will be, TOMMY HADDON! {271}
As I don’t believe you to be inspired, I suspect you to have suspected
this. At least it was a mighty happy suspicion. You are quite right:
Tommy is really ‘a good chap,’ though about as comic as they make them.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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