Now you'd think
that pig was wasted. He isn't. He goes into soap. Now, Splurge, how many
cakes of soap were used in the world last year?
SPLURGE (_getting up_): Last year? I don't think we have the figures in
for last year yet, sir.
[_He goes to bookshelf._
SLADDER: Well, the year before will do.
SPLURGE: (_taking book and turning pages_): The figures are given, I
think, sir, from the 1st of March to the 1st of March.
SLADDER: That will do.
SPLURGE: Ah, here it is, sir. Soap statistics for the twelve months
ending 1st of March this year. A hundred and four million users, using
on an average twenty cakes each per year. Then there are partial users,
and occasional users. The total would be about twenty-one hundred
million, sir.
SLADDER: Pure waste, Splurge, all pure waste.
SPLURGE: Waste, sir?
SLADDER: Pure waste. What do you suppose becomes of all that soap, all
that good fat? Proteids, I think they call 'em. And proteids are _good_
for you, Splurge.
SPLURGE: What _becomes_ of them, sir? They're used up.
SLADDER: No, Splurge. They disappear, I grant you. They float away. But
they're still there Splurge, they're still there. All that good fat is
somewhere.
SPLURGE: But--but, sir--but--In the drains, sir?
SLADDER: All those million of cakes of soap.
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