The mouth is the death of the teeth. It’s not a safe haven your palate offers them, but a torture chamber, a battlefield, a hellhole, a death trap. Your teeth are continuously besieged by the rabble that cohabit with plaque. A teeming metropolis, that’s what your mouth is, full of slums and alleyways becoming more decrepit by the minute. Like befuddled pub-crawlers at the foot of old cathedrals, streptococci urinate against the crowns of your teeth, with a corrosive acid that no cement can withstand. Large cavities develop so quickly that before long the revelers fit into them perfectly. Every day chemical warfare with toothpaste claims countless victims among the slum dwellers, … , but in no time unbridled procreation restores the metropolis to third-world proportions. Tooth after tooth goes to seed, molar after molar succumbs to the jostling of microbial orgies, until only a single molar rises up out of the battlefield. …
The best thing for a tooth is if its mouth dies young. Free of sugar loving streptococci, teeth last much longer in a corpse than in a live body. Long after the tongue has been eaten away and the uvula has rotted, your teeth will still rattle around, alive and well, at the bottom of the coffin. –Midas Dekkers
Every tooth in a man’s head is more valuable than a diamond. --Cervantes
