We were at a party at Edith Sitwell's last night, where a good deal of misery was endured. . . . It was in honor of Miss Gertrude Stein who was throned on a broken
settee (all Edith's furniture is derelict, to make up for which she is
stuck about with jewels like a drowned mermaiden.) This resolute lady
inflicted great damage on all the youth. According to Dadie, she
contradicts all you say; insists that she is not only the most
intelligible but also the most popular of living writers...
June 2, 1926 (L3 269-70)
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