What About Eggs?

So here he was, to plead and beg permission for just one damn egg. The doctor after he had mesured had told him if he truly treasured his life he would forego from then what drops out of the lowly hen. 'Cholesterol', he had declared (as if he really, deep-down cared) 'will shorten life and hasten death you eat it it will take your breath.' 'But Doc, what happened to my Pa he was a judge, worked in the law and ran a hobbyfarm as well in Illinois, Township of Bell, he ate a dozen eggs, drank cream and in the evening Jim Beam shortribs and lard, liver and brain he hit a hundred, and was sane. And I have heard that every cell makes constantly a waxy gel it is essential to survival but has, in modern days, a rival. It should be mankind's greatest goal to re-invent cholesterol. It is the chemicals invented by scientists and those demented technologists who change our food into concoctions, quickly brewed and falsified and overheated until the goodness is defeated. Creating illness in the masses and sitting on their larded asses and counting all the dirty money, to then retire where it's sunny.' 'You're out of line, and also sick your heart is weak, could in the nick of time be either saved or killed I'll ask the nurse if she has billed you for my services so far and off I am to my own Bar. But, listen here, I kid you not what you have heard is mostly rot eat cereals and chicken legs but never, ever do eat eggs.' The patient now had seen the light and knew that this could not be right he said, in leaving, 'listen Doc all that you say is poppycock.' The doc dropped dead on Christmas day was found by nurse and midwife Fay he sat beneath his ceiling fan and had been eating his All-Bran. The patient lived to ninety-five was thankful to be still alive his motto had been 'Dog Eat Dog, 'and in the evening some grog'.