Maybe if enough other people read this extract from a Spectator article my feelings of nausea will somehow be dissipated. Worth a try.
*"…Excrement collection in China is a daily routine. The contents of your potty end up on a cart, the cart goes out to the fields, and the poo ends up on the veg. Human manure is keeping the nation’s 400 million smallholders in fertiliser as it has done since time out of mind. In Beijing’s … ancient alleyways, they now use motorised shit-tankers with glass-dial indicators. You know the container is full when the glass goes brown.
The nightsoil collectors are, or were, true heroes of the collective… …One celebrated nightsoil man…became a hero of the Cultural Revolution. He was a connoisseur of nightsoil. This old man (according to the former China correspondent, James Harding) said that the best nightsoil came from the richer meat-eating districts, the poorest from the workers’ communities where the diet was just rice porridge. How could he tell? By dipping his finger in and dabbing his tongue: the saltier it was, the better the quality…" *