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Letter Reference | Letters/479 |
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Epistolary Type | |
Letter Date | October 1909 |
Address From | De Aar, Northern Cape |
Address To | |
Who To | Adela Villiers Smith nee Villiers |
Other Versions | Cronwright-Schreiner 1924: 289 |
Permissions | Please read before using or citing this transcription |
Legend |
When Cronwright-Schreiner prepared The Letters of Olive Schreiner, with few exceptions he then destroyed her originals. However, some people gave him copies and kept the originals or demanded the return of these; and when actual Schreiner letters can be compared with his versions, his have omissions, distortions and bowdlerisations. Where Schreiner originals have survived, these will be found in the relevant collections across the OSLO website. There is however a residue of some 587 items in The Letters for which no originals are extant. They are included here for sake of completeness. However, their relationship to Schreiners actual letters cannot now be gauged, and so they should be read with caution for the reasons given.
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1To Mrs. Francis Smith.
2De Aar, Oct.
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4... Isn’t it lovely we should both feel so much for our Winged
5Victories? Mine is the side with the glorious wings out. Over the
6image itself my arms always stretch out to that man, that man, dead so
7many countless centuries ago, who made it: my man, my self, who lives
8again in me through the joy he gives me, who will never be dead while
9his work lives, to live in other hearts and their throbs! I've got a
10bit about him in my big novel. Oh I do hope I shall live to finish it.
11All the things and people in it are my little children, and you see
12they'll die, if I die first. I only want to live for that, nothing else.
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2De Aar, Oct.
3
4... Isn’t it lovely we should both feel so much for our Winged
5Victories? Mine is the side with the glorious wings out. Over the
6image itself my arms always stretch out to that man, that man, dead so
7many countless centuries ago, who made it: my man, my self, who lives
8again in me through the joy he gives me, who will never be dead while
9his work lives, to live in other hearts and their throbs! I've got a
10bit about him in my big novel. Oh I do hope I shall live to finish it.
11All the things and people in it are my little children, and you see
12they'll die, if I die first. I only want to live for that, nothing else.
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