There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.
– Robert Louis Stevenson
Most modernist writers dismissed him, however, because he was popular and did not write within their narrow definition of literature. It is only recently that critics have begun to look beyond Stevenson’s popularity and allow him a place in the Western canon.
On December 3rd, 1894, he died of an apparent cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 44.