Again the image of the eggs comes back, and the rapid sound of
footsteps giving the impression of hampered, discontinuous flight; the
shape and material of the three shells reproduce the model exactly,
indeed the only thing that might arouse suspicion is their excessive
perfection; but even so they are very lifelike eggs, hardly any bigger
than real ones. Then a fresh figure in the ballet-fight emerges on
the cross-ruled sheet with the simplified strictness of a diagram.
The image of the eggs yet again....And immediately afterwards comes
the explosion, looking in the dazzling white light like a radiant,
frozen sun behind the trees.