Her egg is so richly brown, so wondrously beautiful as to defy description. Every fall, when the first pullet egg turns up on the range, I bring it into the living room and enshrine it in a black duckshead pottery ashtray, where it remains until Halloween, a symbol of fertility, admired by all.

– E.B. White

E.B. White is much more than Charlotte’s Web. His essay’s rip. Mesmerize.

How many writers lull you into reading a three page essay about brown eggs vs white eggs?

White, E. B.. Essays of E. B. White. United States, HarperCollins, 2014. pg 75