And that is why he’s so well-to-do.
He flings nothing away as entirely worthless
That can be made use of as raw material.
Now, you were designed for a shining button
On the vest of the world; but your loop gave way;
So into the waste-box you needs must go,
And then, as they phrase it, be merged in the mass.
Peer.
You’re surely not meaning to melt me up,
With Dick, Tom, and Hal,[[131]] into something new?