This is the box on my street where The Law says the dog shit goes. Seeing this today prompted me to think about progress . In Victorian London , which was the City that controlled the world the realm of public dog shit belonged to a special underclass of entrepreneurs called Pure Finders . Pure was tech jargon in the bookbinding tanning trades for dog shit...as in pure gold as it was valuable material for the drying of leather. Legions of people,primarily older women spent their days on the stones hunting it for a living. These days Pure is neatly deposited into boxes so some bored salaried employee with a city contract plus benefits can landfill it. Progress? Or Big Brother? You decide.