I thought that it would be an excellent idea to have somebody else make the compound for me. So I phoned Rochester, and asked my contact man at
Eastman Kodak if they would make a hundred pounds of dimethyl mercury and ship it to NARTS. I heard a horrified gasp, and then a tightly controlled
voice (I could hear the grinding of teeth beneath the words) informed me that if they were silly enough to synthesize that much dimethyl mercury, they
would, in the process fog every square inch of photographic film in Rochester, and that, thank you just the same, Eastman was not interested.
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