Throw me on a dunghill, and let me rot there, to infect the air!'
It is fit neither for the land nor for the dunghill: men cast it out.
But like all dunghill products, the life of these was ephemeral.
But we can say, we men of the nineteenth century, that the nineteenth century is not the dunghill.
At its worst it has collapsed into a death-trap or is rotting like a dunghill.