'An egg is when you are walled in, a prisoner within yourself. I am free, I have broken the egg long ago. You see I am. I am not hidden beneath a shell and I am not enclosed in one either. I am walking on earth with my good feet, and also I am drinking and enjoying, but am sad on seeing so many eggs in the world, unbroken, untasted, and rotten.' (Mori, 587).
Hicks, Jack, et al. “The Eggs of the World.” The Literature of California, vol. 1, University of California Press, 2000, pp. 583–589.
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