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--------------------- The Egg -----------------
Although he could remember a time when the egg had not yet appeared in the clearing, he could not recall any specific occasion on which he had first noticed the blank, porcelain -like ovoid, taller than a man, squatting placidly on the grass, nor had he ever heard any passer-by (for this clearing was not at all isolated) remark, "You know, in the days before the egg . . ." Indeed, no one other than himself paid it the slightest notice, although everyone was aware of the egg's existence: anyone to whom he mentioned the egg would reply with a smile and a brief platitude or small joke before changing the subject or hurrying on. Only an occasional child seemed to think that the egg was something special, staring at it long and long as if unsure whether it was attractive or repulsive, until being hustled off by a parent. Surely there was something wrong with him, that he alone inwardly made so much of the egg, wanting to attack it futilely with a hammer, or smash open his skull against it, desecrating its white perfection with his bloody brains, or drench the ground around it with his tears, or seize every person who passed through the clearing by the collar and hold them against the egg until one of them at last revealed why all men but he had joined themselves in a conspiracy to deny the egg's infinite significance. But he was as certain that everyone would consider such behavior insane as he was that everyone felt about the egg exactly as he did but refused to admit it. So now he simply sits on the grass staring at the egg and wondering whether sitting on the grass staring at the egg is the answer, or whether perhaps wondering whether sitting on the grass staring at the egg is the answer might be the answer. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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