"I suppose Miss Bartlett must come, since she boils eggs so well," said Cecil, who was in rather a happier frame of mind, thanks to the admirable cooking.
"I didn't mean the egg was WELL boiled," corrected Freddy, "because in point of fact she forgot to take it off, and as a matter of fact I don't care for eggs. I only meant how jolly kind she seemed."
—A Room With a View, E.M. Forster
What kind of person doesn't care for eggs? E.M. Forster, what a wild imagination you have. Just kidding. I actually have come across several individuals who are either repelled by or indifferent to eggs. I don't know which is worse — both are just plum awful.
Spray a saucepan with cooking spray and throw in a chopped, juicy tomato. Cook until it's bubbling in the pan, and swirl in an egg or two along with a sliced scallion. Season with salt and pepper and scramble until just barely runny. Serve on a bed of sliced romaine lettuce, for an atypical "egg salad."
Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted,
And human love will be seen at its height. —E.M. Forster