I got it from an inspection of the egg." "The egg ?" demanded Uncle Zib.
"Certainly," replied Adam.

"You see the minute I picked up the egg and looked at it closely, I saw that it was a hen's egg, and there you are." After all it seemed very simple.
I have spoken of his abhorrence of dress.

He carried this to an extreme degree and to the end of his life predicted dire things from the tendency of his descendants toward sartorial display.

I shall never forget the lucid fashion in which he presented the situation to my father once while we were camping out one night on Mount Ararat, after a day's hunting.

He was seated on a woody knoll skinning a pterodactyl for our supper.
"I tell you, Enoch," he said, "and if you don't mark my words you'll wish you had, these new fangled notions that are coming along, and affecting the whole of modern society in respect to what you are pleased to call dress, are going to result sooner or later in trouble.
I can clearly see even if you cannot, that the new ideas as to clothes are breeders of extravagance.