In truth, he cared no more for megapode meat than for any other meat.

All meat tasted alike to him, for his taste for meat was one of the vanished pleasures in the limbo of memory.
But the eggs! He liked to eat them.

They were the only article of food he liked to eat, They gave him reminiscent thrills of the ancient food- desires of his youth.

Actually was he hungry when he had megapode eggs, and the well-nigh dried founts of saliva and of internal digestive juices were stimulated to flow again at contemplation of a megapode egg prepared for the eating.

Wherefore, he alone of all Somo, barred rigidly by taboo, ate megapode eggs.