“Here we have a man who’s job it is to gather the refuse in the capital.  Everything that the big city has thrown away, everything it has lost, everything it has scorned, everything it has crushed underfoot he catalogues and collects.  He collates the annals of intemperance, the capharnaum of waste.  He sorts things out and selects judiciously:  he collects like a miser guiding a treasure, refuse which will assume the shape of useful of gratifying objects between the jaws of the goddess of Industry.”