The Elephant Weevil 
a dainty mouthful that lends fat to his rump 
and music to his throat.” 
Let us leave the Blackbird to sing and 
hark back to the Weevil’s egg. We know 
where it is: at the base of the acorn, in the 
tenderest and juiciest part of the fruit. 
How did it get there, so far from the en- 
trance, which is situated above the edge of 
the cup. A very small question, it is true, 
even puerile, if you will. Let us not despise 
it: science is built up of puerilities. 
The first man to rub a piece of amber on 
his sleeve and thereupon to discover that the 
piece aforesaid attracted bits of straw 
certainly did not suspect the electric wonders 
of our day. He was amusing himself in his 
artless fashion. When repeated and tested 
in every conceivable manner, this child’s play- 
thing became one of the forces of the world. 
The observer must neglect nothing: he 
never knows what the humblest fact may 
bring forth. I therefore repeat the ques- 
tion: by what means was the Weevil’s egg 
placed so far from the entrance? 
To any one who was not yet aware of the 
position of the egg, but who knew that the 
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