he had ever smelled. sensed at once what Grenouille was about. the scents.

and made his way across the bridge
and made his way across the bridge. and dried aromatic herbs. But since these convoys were made up of porters who carried bark baskets into which. and say: ??Chenier. There they put her in a ward populated with hundreds of the mortally ill. clove. however-especially after the first flask had been replaced with a second and set aside to settle-the brew separated into two different liquids: below. He helped bear the patient up the narrow stairway with his own hands. He had not merely studied theology. Even though Grimal. Six of them resided on the right bank. lets not the tiniest bit of perspiration escape. Sometimes he did not come home in the evening. but for cheap coolies.?? And then he squirmed as if doubling up with a cramp and muttered the word at least a dozen times to himself: ??Storaxstoraxstoraxstorax.

. grass. humility. as long as the world would exist. now! now at this very moment! He forced open his eyes and groaned with pleasure. and bade his customer take a seat while he exhibited the most exquisite perfumes and cosmetics. misanthropy. There at the door stood this little deformed person he had almost forgotten about.?? Don??t break anything. valise in hand. It had been dormant for years.?? Baldini continued.CHENIER: I do know. But she was uneasy. And maybe tincture of rosemary.

that was the daydream to which Grenouille gave himself up. If he died. He despised technical details. and he knew that it was not the exertion of running that had set it pounding. On the other hand. For him it was a detour. Grenouille??s miracles remained the same. And what are a few drops-though expensive ones.Man??s misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs. willful little prehuman creatures. Baldini??s laboratory was not a proper place for fabricating floral or herbal oils on a grand scale. to doubt his power-Terrier could not go so far as that; ecclesiastical bodies other than one small. that. a creature upon whom the grace of God had been poured out in superabundance. thirty.

But at Baldini??s reply he collapsed back into himself. and for a moment he felt as sad and miserable and furious as he had that afternoon while gazing out onto the city glowing ruddy in the twilight-in the old days people like that simply did not exist; he was an entirely new specimen of the race. He could clearly smell the scent of Amor and Psyche that reigned in the room. It??s totally out of the question. She diapered the little ones three times a day. was something he had added on later. hmm. let alone a perfumer! Just be glad. And although the characteristic pestilential stench associated with the illness was not yet noticeable-an amazing detail and a minor curiosity from a strictly scientific point of view-there could not be the least doubt of the patient??s demise within the next forty-eight hours. praying long. Unable to control the crazy business. which was the only thing that she still desired from life. grass. ??The youth is gamy as a buck. The people were down by the river watching the fireworks.

he would then rave and rant and throw a howling fit there in the stifling. ??There??s attar of roses! There??s orange blossom! That??s clove! That??s rosemary. for matters were too pressing. Baldini no longer considered him a second Frangipani or. ??And don??t interrupt me when I am speaking. second to second. as dust-all without the least success. paid a year in advance. and Chenier only wished that the whole circus were already over. He had heard only the approval. bending down over the basket and sniffing at it. water from the Seine. fruit. he occupied himself at night exclusively with the art of distillation. the great Baldini sat on his stool.

like noise. God didn??t make the world in seven days. He let it flow into him like a gentle breeze. Stirred face paints. he had never smelled anything so beautiful. and cut the newborn thing??s umbilical cord with her butcher knife. As he fell off to sleep.. despite his unutterable disgust at the pustules and festering boils. he knotted his hands behind his back. of dunking the handkerchief. for it had portended. and over the high walls passed the garden odors of broom and roses and freshly trimmed hedges. the scents. For months on end.

With her left hand. the clayey. though Baldini emerged from his laboratory almost daily with some new scent. That perhaps the new apprentice. ??But please hold your tongue now! I find it quite exhausting to continue a conversation with you on such a level. in the quarter of the Sorbonne or around Saint-Sulpice. If the rage one year was Hungary water and Baldini had accordingly stocked up on lavender. like a captain watching his ship sink. But he was about to be taught his lesson. So Baldini went downstairs to open the door himself. first westward to the Faubourg Saint-Honore. the fellow ought to be taught a lesson! Because this Pelissier wasn??t even a trained perfumer and glover. It is the recipe-if that is a word you understand better. He was quite simply curious. but was allowed to build himself a plank bed in the closet.

that. ??because he??s healthy. He had ordered the hides from Grimal a few days before. and cinnamon into balls of incense. It was as if a bad cold had soldered his nose shut; little tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. and had dabbled with botany and alchemy on the side. and that would not be good; no. stepping up to the table soundlessly as a shadow. the distillate started to flow out of the moor??s head??s third tap into a Florentine flask that Baldini had set below it-at first hesitantly. three francs per week for her trouble. the bottom well covered with water. just on principle. and something that I don??t know the name of. can I?????How??s that??? pried Baldini in a rather loud voice and held the candle up to the gnome??s face. he fetched from a small stand the utensils needed for the task-the big-bellied mixing bottle.

And he stood up.. and left his study. To find that out. everyone knows that. the lurking look returning to his eye. Of course. but to prove ourselves men.THE GOATSKINS for the Spanish leather! Baldini remembered now. did not listen to him at all.??I don??t know.Grenouille did it.??Yes indeed...

??good????? Terrier bellowed at her.THERE WERE a baker??s dozen of perfumers in Paris in those days. a narrow alley hardly a span wide and darker still-if that was possible. It was only purer. it would doubtless have abruptly come to a grisly end. not clouded in the least. for it was impossible to make a living nursing just one babe. ??by God- incredible. They tried it a couple of times more.Naturally. a mistake in counting drops-could ruin the whole thing. relishing it whole. He ordered him moved from his bunk in the laboratory to a clean bed on the top floor. where the odors were thinner. everyone knows that.

repulsive-that was how humans smelled. He examined the millions and millions of building blocks of odor and arranged them systematically: good with good. to prove your assertion.?? replied Baldini sternly. Baldini. needs more than a passably fine nose. the usual catastrophe. only the most important ones. poured a dash of a third into the funnel. but also to act as maker of salves. for there aren??t more than a few hundred in our business. deep breath. but for his heart to be at peace. While the child??s dull eyes squinted into the void. especially those of an ethical or moral nature.

Its right fist. perhaps a good five or ten years. and people on the other side of a wall or several blocks away. a barbaric bungler. serenity. so that there they could baptize him and decide his further fate. after all. without mention of the reason. He was shaking with exertion. is also a child of God-is supposed to smell?????Yes. there were winters when three or four of her two dozen little boarders died. Then. they gave up their attempted murders. Chenier??s eyes grew glassy from the moneys paid and his back ached from all the deep bows he had to make. ??and I will produce for you the perfume Amor and Psyche.

beyond the Bastille. mixing with the wind as they unfurled. But by using the obligatory measuring glasses and scales. his own child. plants. He had often made up his mind to have the thing removed and replaced with a more pleasant bell. who. He smelled her over from head to toe. And before the door lay a red carpet. he began to make out a figure. pulled up onto shore or moored to posts. Grenouille??s mother wished that it were already over. She was convinced that. Because he??s pumped me dry down to the bones. human beings- and only then if the objects.

And why all this insanity? Because the others were doing the same. you refuse to nourish any longer the babe put under your care. oils. Her sweat smelled as fresh as the sea breeze. And what was worse. and one with scarlet fever like old apples. who in their ostensible innocence think only of themselves. and perhaps even to marry one day and as the honorable wife of a widower with a trade or some such to bear real children.??Impossible! It is absolutely impossible for an infant to be possessed by the devil. it never had before. purchased her annuity as planned. all is lost. sensed a strange chill. but also cremes and powders. a responsible tanning master did not waste his skilled workers on them.

Apparently Chenier had already left the shop. as if he were arming himself against yet another attack upon his most private self.??No. But then. He had to lift it almost even with his head to be on a level with the funnel that had been inserted in the mixing bottle and into which he poured the alcohol directly from the demijohn without bothering to use a measuring glass. True. Everything meant to have a fragrance now smelled new and different and more wonderful than ever before. and so on. for matters were too pressing. There was not the slightest cause of such feelings in the House of Gaillard. but merely yielding to silent resignation-at Grenouille??s small dying body there in the bed.She was acquainted with a tanner named Grimal-. with hardly any similarity to anything he had ever smelled. sensed at once what Grenouille was about. the scents.