In the acorn the dessert of the blackbird is prepared; the Balaninus, the tasty mouthful that puts flesh upon his flanks and music into his throat.
Let the blackbird sing, and let us return to the eggs of the Curculionidae.

We know where the egg is--at the base of the acorn, because the tenderest and most juicy tissues of the fruit are there.

But how did it get there, so far from the point of entry?
A very trifling question, it is true; puerile even, if you will.

Do not let us disdain to ask it; science is made of these puerilities.
The first man to rub a piece of amber on his sleeve and to find that it thereupon attracted fragments of chaff had certainly no vision of the electric marvels of our days.

He was amusing himself in a childlike manner.