Here they are
 – the most amazing fruits.
The ideal fruits.   There are no
better fruits than these ones, because there
can not be any better fruits. There can not be better
 fruits than these ones, because these are the ideal ones,
and nothing can be better than an ideal. An ideal is just an ideal.
 Nothing compares to an ideal.  Among all fruits watermelons are the
closest to an ideal. So, the ideal fruits look much like watermelons.
 They are as big as medium size watermelons, and though a little bigger or
a little bit smaller specimens can be found sometimes, the differences are
really slight, enough slight to be negligible, and to state they all are of the
 same size is not far from the truth. Their form is with no doubt more regular.
 There are almost no egg-like specimens, as there are neither oblong, nor almost
 cylinder-like specimens – it can be said with no hesitation and no fear they all
have the same form and this form is almost an ideal sphere. However neither size nor
 form make them ideal.   They have thick, dark green skin, cut and open they show red
interior, flaming or bloody or sun-setting-rising, as you like.   And then the first,
absolutely essential difference can be seen clearly: no seeds!  No tiny, black seeds
which seem numberless. You don't need to dig in the delicate pulp. Nor you need to spit
 out anything. Nothing disturbs you to delight in the taste, nothing grabs your attention,
 nothing makes your teeth and tongue be careful, reserved, though they would like to be
 reckless and unbridled, not limited in detecting this taste..... Taste. That's it. Yes.
This is next, also essential, difference. These fruits taste exactly like watermelons,
 more exactly: like the core, centre of a watermelon. The centre is the sweetest – the
 closer to the skin the less sweet the pulp is. Nothing like that here! The sweetness
 remains the same all the time, in any part of the fruit. And if there was no skin? If
  only the pulp was growing? Unless the skin was edible and sweet. But something must
 keep the pulp stable. There must be any construction, something enabling to cut
a slice and held it in your hand. But you could grasp the pulp with your hands.
 Put your fingers, your palms in it like in a cotton wool, like in a foam, eat
 handfuls of it. Then your hands would be sticky and dirty. Yet despite dirty
 hands this would be absolutely wonderful. The hands can be washed... But a
  ball, a sphere, so sweet and bright, would attract clouds of hungry, never
  satisfied insects in the largest variety of their developmental phases.
 And although they themselves would fascinate with their beauty, and
 if not with beauty then with fantastic shapes and colours, in this
 very moment they would be hideous and nasty. And dust and
specks of any kind would stick to it, too.   So, out of
 these two bad things a thick dark green skin seems
 better than the crust of dirt.   Dirt and dust?
 Here? In Liberland? Unbelievable. Incredible.
What is the name of this ideal fruit?
Well, it has no name. It's
 ideal, isn't it?