Gertrude Stein | Tender Buttons | 1914

Dear Blue Coat,

Why are you guided guided away, guided and guided away?

This is strange, very strongly.

The other day I had my thirty-first birthday.

Some time next summer maybe summer I will be getting into a wedding and driving off.

My brother said, "Do you love him?"

"What is love?" I said. "What is him?"

My brother did not laugh but I did to try to make him laugh as well.

Outside I am inside wherever I go.

Am I making more sense than you or less?

Sincerely,
Rebecca James