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Letter ReferenceEdward Carpenter 359/54
ArchiveSheffield Archives, Archives & Local Studies, Sheffield
Epistolary TypeLetter
Letter DateSunday 11 April 1892
Address FromCape Town, Western Cape
Address To
Who ToEdward Carpenter
Other VersionsRive 1987: 202-3
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The Project is grateful to the Sheffield Archives, Sheffield Libraries, Archives and Information Services, for kindly allowing us to transcribe this Olive Schreiner letter, which is part of its Archive Collections. The date and month have been written on this letter in an unknown hand.
1 Sunday night
2 Cape Town
3 1892
5 Dear Edward
7 It is lateish & I am sitting upstairs in my little room in a boarding
8house & soon going to bed, I’m just writing to tell you that I’ve
9got Towards Democracy. Just the same morning a few hours before, I
10bought a copy of the new edition for my friends, Captain & his wife. I
11don’t know if I ever told you about them, he is consumptive &
12staying out here for his health, & his wife is going to have a little
13baby next month. He’s so like you, & all his ideas are so like yours
14that we’ve given him the name of Edward Carpenter, & his wife & I
15are beginning to think it is his real name. When I went to their
16little rooms tonight I found them reading TD. This I think put it in
17my head to write to you. Come out here, old Ed’ard. I want you to
18see Table Mountain. Tell our Boy, I wish I could show it him too.
19There’s no news to give you of myself. All things continue as they
20were in the beginning. I think this edition splendid of TD. To One Dead,
21 seems to me new, any-how, it never struck me in the same way before.
22Good night dear old Brother.
24 Olive
26 Love to dear old George. There is plenty of room for you all in dear
27old Africa. Come, but come about Nov October so that you may have all
28our beautiful summer. Even here, the winter comes.
The book referred to is: Edward Carpenter (1892) Towards Democracy London: T. Fisher Unwin. Rive's (1987) version omits part of this letter and is also in a number of respects incorrect.