He would have been even more amuse if he knew that Urquhart, he of the deadened emotions, was actually feeling remorse over having broken it on purpose.
There were nearly seven billion people on the planet. People were expendable.
The kylix, on the other hand, was unique and could never be un-broken again, no matter how conscientiously Ruth Mitchell restored it.
"It is," Urquhart says aloud. "It allows me to do right by the poor old pot."