“When I asked the question, I had smelled the egg but hadn’t seen it,” explains third year PHD student on the development of Latin America, Stuart Engel, “once I had turned to look to my right, all I saw was the last curved, white edge of the egg entering Kyle’s mouth and a look of extreme calm on his face as he processed my question. I know I had said that I’d allow people to eat food in my section but this just felt egregious”

“I didn’t know if I should just skip over him and say that I thought the reading was about the similarities between the political processes of Argentina and Brazil in the 1930’s,” says fellow classmate Miranda Andrews, “or if I should give him time to eat it and then answer. In all honesty, it seemed like he had more eggs in that Tupperware. I didn’t know how long he was gonna work on that first egg, or how quickly he would start on a second. Once you’ve seen a classmate unhinge their jaw like a snake, it is hard to think about populism.”

At press time, Kyle was seen emptying his egg shells into the “paper only” bin outside the mail room.