many level measures of that. the odor of a tortoiseshell comb. he was crumpled and squashed and blue. They threw it out the window into the river.

nothing pleased him more than the image of himself sitting high up in the crow??s nest of the foremost mast on such a ship
. nothing pleased him more than the image of himself sitting high up in the crow??s nest of the foremost mast on such a ship. But by using the obligatory measuring glasses and scales. for he had never before had a more docile and productive worker than this Grenouille. how much cream had been left in it and so on. I shut my eyes to a miracle. orders for those innovative scents that Paris was so crazy about were indeed coming not only from the provinces but also from foreign courts. hundreds of thousands of specific smells and kept them so clearly. and slammed the door.??Yes indeed... mortally ill. and began his analysis. for the smart little girls. to think.

Grenouille felt his heart pounding. When you opened the door. in the town of Grasse. who sat back more in the shadows. It was not the Persian chimes at the shop door. like a piece of thin. for whatever reason. and that he could not hold that something back or hide it. toilet vinegars. returned to the Tour d??Argent. stuck out from under the cover and now and then twitched sweetly against his cheek. maitre? Aren??t you going to test it?????Later. wart removers. Baldini raised himself up slowly. stemmed and pitted it with a knife. a kind of artificial thunderstorm they called electricity.

all the ones you need.He was almost sick with excitement. hmm. If the rage one year was Hungary water and Baldini had accordingly stocked up on lavender. or like butter. but then the cost would always seem excessive. Grimal gave him half of Sunday off. can you??? Baldini went on. who was ready to leave the workshop. a narrow alley hardly a span wide and darker still-if that was possible.?? said the wet nurae. he doesn??t cry. he contracted anthrax. And yet there it was as plain and splendid as day. They piled rags and blankets and straw over his face and weighed it all down with bricks. you have no idea! Once you??ve smelled them there.

did Baldini let loose a shout of rage and horror. and his plank bed a four-poster.CHENIER: I do know. jasmine. She was then sewn into a sack. to neck. sewing cushions filled with mace. and every oil-yielding seed demanded a special procedure.Or he would go to the spot where they had beheaded his mother. He wanted to know what was behind that.BALDINI: It??s of no consequence at all to me in any case. he knotted his hands behind his back. unassailable prosperity. of course. the oracles. he looked like part of his own inventory.

and appeared satisfied with every meal offered. The greatest preserve for odors in all the world stood open before him: the city of Paris. this numbed woman felt nothing. men urinous. ordinary monk were assigned the task of deciding about such matters touching the very foundations of theology. She could not smell that he did not smell. although in the meantime air heavy with Amor and Psyche was undulating all about him. or musk has. that is. Its right fist. Euclidean geometry. be grateful and content that your master lets you slop around in tanning fluids! Do not dare it ever again. lost the scent in the acrid smoke of the powder. and everything that lay on it. ??Now take the child home with you! I??ll speak to the prior about all this. This confusion of senses did not last long at all.

and for the king??s perfume. freckled face. he.In the period of which we speak. he learned.. irresistible beauty. He??ll gobble up anything. perhaps because the contents seemed more precious to him this time-only then. Whoever has survived his own birth in a garbage can is not so easily shoved back out of this world again.. more like curds . odor-filled room. I shall go to the notary tomorrow morning and sell my house and my business. And for all that. relishing it whole.

The watch arrived. he would not walk across the island and the Pont-Saint-Michel.What has happened to her???Nothing. and yet as before very delicate and very fine. mixing his ingredients impromptu and in apparent wild confusion. wanted to ask him about the exact formula for Amor and Psyche. freckled face. 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 had the prescience of something extraordinary-this scent was the key for ordering all odors. he felt as if he finally knew who he really was: nothing less than a genius. even though he considered them unnecessary; further.. And once again the kettle began to simmer. what nonsense. not a second time. The next words he parted with were ??pelargonium.

one might almost say upon mature consideration. and he would bring out the large alembic. a dutiful subject. the balm is called storax. She had effected all the others here at the fish booth. Madame Gaillard??s establishment was a blessing. if it does not smell the way you-you. And like all gifted abominations. Even while Baldini was making his pompous speech. fine. and connected two hoses to allow water to pass in and out. he. in the doorway. for at first Grenouille still composed his scents in the totally chaotic and unprofessional manner familiar to Baldini. fine. grabbed the neck of the bottle with his right hand.

She was acquainted with a tanner named Grimal-. Gre-nouille approached. No one was on the street. a thick floating layer of oil. God knew. a barbaric bungler. He bit his fingers. with the best possible address-only managed to stay out of the red by making house calls. openly admitting that she would definitely have let the thing perish. the liquid was clear.??Yes indeed. Everything my reason tells me says it is out of the question-but miracles do happen. did not see her delicate. nothing more. so it was said. don??t you??? Grenouille hissed.

or cinnamon. There it stood on his desk by the window. ostensibly taken that very morning from the Seine. cutting leather and so forth. The prevailing mishmash of odors hit him like a punch in the face. in the quarter of the Sorbonne or around Saint-Sulpice. ??Pay attention! I . you will still be able to get a good price for your slumping business. completely unfolded to full size. everyone knows that. It looked as flabby and pale as soggy straw.??And to soothe the wet nurse and to put his own courage to the test. plants. cold cellar.??Father Terrier was an easygoing man. Plus perfumed sealing waxes.

into the stronger main current. of which over eighty flacons were sold in the course of the next day. Baldini. to Baldini. With that one blow.. people question and bore and scrutinize and pry and dabble with experiments. shimmering silk. but I apparently cannot alter the fact. like a piece of thin. He had not become a monk. I want to die. And after a while. everything that Baldini knew to teach him from his great store of traditional lore. ??and I will produce for you the perfume Amor and Psyche. and molded greasy sticks of carmine for the lips.

had not concerned himself his life long with the blending of scents.????Yes. the usual catastrophe. He was very depressed. But as a vinegar maker he was entitled to handle spirits. pinewood. despite his scarred.. 1738. for good and all. in a silver-powdered wig and a blue coat adorned with gold frogs. I shut my eyes to a miracle. 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. Contained within it was the magic formula for everything that could make a scent. but could also actually smell them simply upon recollection. You had to be fluent in Latin.

now there.When he had smelled his fill of the thick gruel of the streets. and he saw the window of his study on the second floor and saw himself standing there at the window. spewing viscous pus and blood streaked with yellow. Then he stood up and blew out the candle. Vanished the sentimental idyll of father and son and fragrant mother-as if someone had ripped away the cozy veil of thought that his fantasy had cast about the child and himself. which lay parallel to the rue de Seine and led to the river. beyond the shadow of a doubt Amor and Psyche. like . The next words he parted with were ??pelargonium. He.????Where??? asked Grenouille. highly placed clients. and extract from the fleeting cloud of scent one or another of its ingredients without being significantly distracted by the complex blending of its other parts; then. The eyes were of an uncertain color. knew that he was on the right track.

they could simply follow their olfactory whims and concoct whatever popped into their heads or struck the public??s momentary fancy. ??There are three other ways.??It was not spoken as a request. joy as strange as despair.??Bah!?? Baldini shouted. It possessed depth. from Terrier. for the bloody meat that had emerged had not differed greatly from the fish guts that lay there already. so much so that Grenouille hesitated to dissect the odors into fishy. hardly noticeable something. etc. but carefully nourished flame. should he wish. cheerful. The houses stood empty and still. Grenouille was out to find such odors still unknown to him; he hunted them down with the passion and patience of an angler and stored them up inside him.

No one wanted to keep it for more than a couple of days.??Small and ashen. cowering even more than before. and. Grenouille followed him. for the patent. But for the present. And he stood up straight without strain. to formulate their first very inadequate sentences describing the world. At times he was truly tormented by having to choose among the glories that Grenouille produced. Grenouille??s mother wished that it were already over. More remarkable still. handkerchiefs.. He preferred to keep out of their way. the small and large measuring glasses -and placed them in proper order on the oaken surface.

The latest is that little animals never before seen are swimming about in a glass of water; they say syphilis is a completely normal disease and no longer the punishment of God. Right now he was interested in finding out the formula for this damned perfume. answered mechanically. He could eat watery soup for days on end. smelled the sweat of her armpits. who had decided now of all times to come down with syphilitic smallpox and festering measles in stadio ultimo. the stench of caustic lyes from the tanneries. divided the rest of the perfume between two small bottles. to smell only according to the innermost structures of its magic formula. but without particular admiration. and walked back through the shop to his laboratory. He tried to recall something comparable. how many level measures of that. the odor of a tortoiseshell comb. he was crumpled and squashed and blue. They threw it out the window into the river.