'My dear Charlie, I’m a rogue and should have written to you months ago; but I have been both busy and worried. As to your paper, no, it won’t do: you ask an opinion, and I am not so silly as to think you are afraid to hear it. […] Why will it not do? Well, first, it’s not well enough written; it’s off its feet here and there. […] The point is this. It’s not enough about anything. It’s in the air, like a kite. In the last resort, experience, whether about life or a man’s own mind, is the only thing worth hearing, indeed is the only thing anyone can have to tell upon his own authority. [A lengthy passage follows, urging C.R. to give up theoretical writing for the moment and concentrate on observing his own, C.R.’s, firsthand experiences and conveying his own vivid, detailed impressions of them and thoughts about them in his own words, as Stevenson himself has learned to do by painful trial and error.]
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Century: 1850-1899 Reader/Listener/Group: Robert Louis Stevenson
'Let me say that I have read several of your letters published in the Courant, and found them competently done.'
Century: 1850-1899 Reader/Listener/Group: Robert Louis Stevenson Print: Serial / periodical
