The Umbrella and Pickled Eggs
Walking back from an agreeable lunch in that fine hostelry “The Trumpet and Monocycle”, the Professor and I engaged in a labyrinthine discussion on the merits of pickled eggs and Breton's use of the phrase “le jeu n'en vaut pas la chandelle” in the first Surrealist Manifesto. We came to no firm conclusions. This was due, in part, to my umbrella bursting into flames.