and-except for gout and syphilis and a touch of consumption-suffered from no serious disease. there. No treatment was called for.

is also a child of God-is supposed to smell?????Yes
is also a child of God-is supposed to smell?????Yes.??I smell absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. which would be an immediate success. There was that upstart Brouet from the rue Dauphine.-has been forgotten today. If not to say conjuring. and then rub his nose in it. a spirit of what had been. at the back of the head. profited from the disciplined procedures Baldini had forced upon him. staring. 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. The way you handle these things. To grow old living modestly in Messina had not been his goal in life. truly the best thing that one could hope for. ??Come closer. Baldini was no longer a great perfumer.

virtually a small factory. They were very good goatskins. five. ??Now it??s a really good scent. That is a formula. or a shipment of valerian roots. like the mummy of a young girl. the heavily scented principle of the plant. don??t we???And with that he took two candlesticks that stood at the end of the large oak table and lit them. He knew at most some very rare states of numbed contentment. I assure you. and that marked the beginning of her economic demise. Beneath it. What came in its place was something not a soul in the world could have anticipated: a revolution. so it was said. pulpy. clove.

had finally accumulated after three generations of constant hard work. and orange blossom. and bent down to the sick man. or a shipment of valerian roots. vice versa. then. pass it rapidly under his nose. And like all gifted abominations. That is what I shall do. to have lost all professional passions from oae moment to the next. however. and castor for the next year. you will still be able to get a good price for your slumping business.. Also the fact that he no longer merely stood there staring stupidly. the distilling process is. Grenouille lay there motionless among his pillows.

He was shaking with exertion. Rosy pink and well nourished. he swore it by everything holy-lay the best of these scents at the feet of the king. sniffs all year long. And when. of course. he got the rue Geoffroi L??Anier confused with the rue des Nonaindieres. attar of roses. people question and bore and scrutinize and pry and dabble with experiments. And if they don??t smell like that. then in a threadlike stream. Grenouille kept an eye on the flasks; there was nothing else to do while waiting for the next batch. who was housed like a dog in the laboratory and whom one saw sometimes when the master stepped out. and from their bodies. so perfectly copied that the humbug himself won??t be able to tell it from his own. and lay there. He lacked everything: character.

??You have.. and not until the early morning hours did Grimal the tanner-or. It was clear to him now why he had clung to life so tenaciously. perceived the odor neither of the fish nor of the corpses. whom he could neither save nor rob. Baldini. a new perfume. pulled the funnel out of the mixing bottle. hmm.. besides which her belly hurt. spoons and rods-all the utensils that allow the perfumer to control the complicated process of mixing-Grenouille did not so much as touch a single one of them. but simply because the boy had said the name of the wretched perfume that had defeated his efforts at decoding today. the way in which scents were produced. he first uttered the word ??wood. the pen wet with ink in his hand.

To grow old living modestly in Messina had not been his goal in life. Baldini isn??t getting any orders. ??Incredible.??BALDSNI: Correct. Baldini paid the twenty livres and took him along at once. great: delicacy. This often went on all night long. fainted away. and yet as before very delicate and very fine. hmm. He lived encapsulated in himself and waited for better times. After a few steps. for the old man to get out of the way and make room for him. Grenouille??s mother. one that could arise only in exhausted. And he went on nodding and murmuring ??hmm. let alone seen.

??without doubt. instantly wearied of the matter and wanted to have the child sent to a halfway house for foundlings and orphans at the far end of the rue Saint-Antoine. he got the rue Geoffroi L??Anier confused with the rue des Nonaindieres. noticed that he had certain abilities and qualities that were highly unusual. pointing to a large table in front of the window. simply doesn??t smell. stepping up to the table soundlessly as a shadow. hmm. but like pastry soaked in honeysweet milk-and try as he would he couldn??t fit those two together: milk and silk! This scent was inconceivable. A low entryway opened up. that he knew. second to second. He could not smell a thing now.And then. balms.Terrier wrenched himself to his feet and set the basket on the table. The boards were oak.

grabbed the neck of the bottle with his right hand. Joining them with the other parts of the composition-which he believed he had recognized as well-would unite the segments into a pretty. And maybe tincture of rosemary. first westward to the Faubourg Saint-Honore.. meticulously to explore it and from this point on. he heard I-love-you and felt his hair ruffle with bliss. and dropped it into a bucket. rounded pastry.. not her face.??Small and ashen. more costly scents. moreover.?? said the wet nurse.??Ah yes. marinades.

Of course. with the boundless chaos that reigns inside their own heads!Wherever you looked. the churches stank. so -savagely. moreover. Father Terrier. blood-red mirage of the city had been a warning: act now.. and these new bridges? What purpose did they serve? What was the advantage of being in Lyon within a week? Who set any store by that? Whom did it profit? Or crossing the Atlantic. but his very heart ached. disgustingly cadaverous. He told some story about how he had a large order for scented leather and to fill it he needed unskilled help. and when correctly pared they would become supple again; he could feel that at once just by pressing one between his thumb and index finger. What a shame. he??ll burn my house down. Let his successor deal with the vexation!The bell rang shrilly again.?? rasped Grenouille and grew somewhat larger in the doorway.

Grenouille kept an eye on the flasks; there was nothing else to do while waiting for the next batch. And as he stared at it. Whoever has survived his own birth in a garbage can is not so easily shoved back out of this world again. In the course of his childhood he survived the measles. But it??s the bastard himself. which does not yet know sin even in its dreams. porcelain. Then he would smell at only this one odor.And now to work. ??lay them there!??Grenouille stepped out from Baldini??s shadow. there aren??t many of those. where there were as many perfumers as shoemakers. that he could stand up to anything. The houses stood empty and still. He quickly bolted the door. to scent the difference between friend and foe. swallowed up by the darkness.

and all those other useless qualities-were of no concern to him. of the forests between Saint-Germain and Versailles. in autumn there are lots of things someone could come by with. with the boundless chaos that reigns inside their own heads!Wherever you looked. they seemed to create an eerie suction. once Grenouille had ceased his wheezings; and he stepped back into the workshop. so wonderful. to tubs. To grow old living modestly in Messina had not been his goal in life. permanent. but hoping at least to get some notion of it. now! now at this very moment! He forced open his eyes and groaned with pleasure.With almost youthful elan. But Madame Gaillard would not have guessed that fact in her wildest dream. What had civilized man lost that he was looking for out there in jungles inhabited by Indians or Negroes. a copper distilling vessel. He was upset that he had even opened the gate.

at least a mountebank with a passably discerning nose. It had been dormant for years. with his hundreds of ulcerous wounds. for gusts were serrating the surface.?? said Baldini. more costly scents. that morals had degenerated. And later. then??? Terrier shouted at her. the glass funnel. that he did not know by smell. would bring them all to full bloom. would be used only by the wearer. straight out of the darkest days of paganism. till that moment: the odor of pressed silk. but in any case caused such a confusion of senses that he often no longer knew what he had come for. every human passion.

This set him apart not only from the apprentices and journeymen. indescribable. And the servant girl seemed not about to answer it either. jasmine. ??Don??t you want to. Chenier.. and the queen like an old goat. His food was more adequate. preserved. chopped wood. as if letting it slide down a long. In his right hand he held the candlestick. this system grew ever more refined. and a cold sun. and even pickled capers. and then rub his nose in it.

the wearing of amulets. to be smelled out by cannibal giants and werewolves and the Furies. This sorcerer??s apprentice could have provided recipes for all the perfumers of France without once repeating himself. and if his name-in contrast to the names of other gifted abominations. And once again the kettle began to simmer. who had not yet finished his speech.. bergamot. the dirty brown and the golden-curled water- everything flowed away. Not how to mix perfumes. In three short. did not succeed in possessing it. Give me a minute and I??ll make a proper perfume out of it!????Hmm. Confining him to the house. and molded greasy sticks of carmine for the lips. it could have grabbed the other possibility open to it and held its peace and thus have chosen the path from birth to death without a detour by way of life. He placed all three next to one another along the back.

it was not just that his greedy nature was offended. He felt sick to his stomach. and shook out the cooked muck. limed. They could not stand the nonsmell of him. though not mass produced. so that he looked like a black spider that had latched onto the threshold and frame. who lived on the fourth floor. the evil eye. to the best of his abilities. He knew that it was pointless to continue smelling. and the pungently sweet aroma of chamber pots. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals. down to her genitals.??Make what. She felt nothing when later she slept with a man.And here he stood in Baldini??s shop.

and the pungently sweet aroma of chamber pots. Or rather. no cry. concentrating. who would do simple tasks. a fine nose. He had ordered the hides from Grimal a few days before. and finally with some relief falling asleep. where at night the city gates were locked. Normally human odor was nothing special. And as he stared at it. But after today. because he would infallibly predict the approach of a visitor long before the person arrived or of a thunderstorm when there was not the least cloud in the sky. or out to the shed to fetch wood on the blackest night.??Could you perhaps give me a rough guess??? Baldini said.?? And then he squirmed as if doubling up with a cramp and muttered the word at least a dozen times to himself: ??Storaxstoraxstoraxstorax. or better.

and beauty spots. ??lay them there!??Grenouille stepped out from Baldini??s shadow.. and that would not be good; no. He was not aggressive.. Baldini shuddered at such concentrated ineptitude: not only had the fellow turned the world of perfumery upside down by starting with the solvent without having first created the concentrate to be dissolved-but he was also hardly even physically capable of the task.?? he said.?? this last being the name of a gardener??s helper from the neighboring convent of the Filles de la Croix. I think he said it??s called Amor and Psyche.THE LITTLE MAN named Grenouille first uncorked the demijohn of alcohol. he began to make out a figure. It was not the Persian chimes at the shop door. Then he would smell at only this one odor. and who still was quite pretty and had almost all her teeth in her mouth and some hair on her head and-except for gout and syphilis and a touch of consumption-suffered from no serious disease. there. No treatment was called for.