There are obvious causal questions here, of a particularly grim kind: which came first, the crippled chicken or the broken egg?

NEWYORKER: Slaughterhouse

The sun heats the varnished wooden deck to the point where it feels like an egg broken on the side would fry in an instant.

BBC: Live the good life on the Amalfi Coast

Ross is something of an indie Robert Altman, with his huge cast of characters and plaited strands of dialogue, and he has a sharp and comic eye for intimacy, domesticity, and practicality: daily routines when nothing is happening have the moment of high drama, and an egg in the refrigerator, a broken waffle iron, and a handful of change virtually come to life.

NEWYORKER: Audrey the Trainwreck