"P2O5 used to go right out of circulation every time they cremated some one. Now they recover over ninety-eight per cent of it. More than a kilo and a half per adult corpse. Which makes the best part of four hundred tons of phosporous every year from England alone." pg 78
Are you kidding me? This book is driving me crazy. The vernacular is just so scientific (which I hate) and leaves an abyss where emotion should be. For example, these people are dead, but they are not mourned. No, these people are productively cremated to create Phosphorous. I'll fuss for you because this is absurd. So not only do I not understand most of their dialogue, what I do understand sickens me. Science is not the whole world. I hope the bok changes tones soon.
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