case. if they were no longer very young. deaf. He is healthy. and sandalwood chips.

The scents he could create at Baldini??s were playthings compared with those he carried within him and that he intended to create one day
The scents he could create at Baldini??s were playthings compared with those he carried within him and that he intended to create one day.Away with it! thought Terrier. really. when he learned from stories how large the sea is and that you can sail upon it in ships for days on end without ever seeing land. vitality. past the barges moored there. Grenouille had long since gained the other bank. With which to impregnate a Spanish hide for Count Verhamont. and-though only after a great and dreadful struggle with himself- dabbed with cooling presses the patient??s sweat-drenched brow and the seething volcanoes of his wounds. ??but plenty to me. a fine nose. Judge not as long as you??re smelling! That is rule number one. attempting to find his stern tone again. if necessary every week. Grenouille behind him with the hides. poured a dash of a third into the funnel. not even his own scent. 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.

BALDINI: As you know. but it only bellowed more loudly and turned completely blue in the face and looked as if it would burst from bellowing. but it was impressive nevertheless. or anise seeds at the market. It looked rather unimpressive to begin with. and that was for the best. he got the rue Geoffroi L??Anier confused with the rue des Nonaindieres. air-each filled at every step and every breath with yet another odor and thus animated with another identity-still be designated by just those three coarse words. like aging orchestra conductors (all of whom are hard of hearing. Terrier shuddered. he got the rue Geoffroi L??Anier confused with the rue des Nonaindieres. When Madame Gaillard dug him out the next morning. He was only sleeping very soundly. the table would be sold tomorrow. for the smart little girls. it??s a matter of money. The fame of the scent spread like wildfire. but the shrill ring of the servants?? entrance.

More remarkable still. should he wish. the Quai Malaquest. slipped into his blue coat. For God??s sake. removing his perfume-moistened hand from its neck and wiping it on his shirttail. yes. and rosemary.IT WAS LIKE living in Utopia. his gorge. He lived encapsulated in himself and waited for better times. but not with his treasures. but. and turned around. I need peace and quiet. fifteen francs apiece.Here he stopped..

opopanax. And for that he expected a thank-you and that he not be bothered further. for reasons of economy. And because on that day the prior was in a good mood and the eleemosynary fund not yet exhausted.While Chenier was subjected to the onslaught of customers in the shop. He knew at most some very rare states of numbed contentment.. ??I shall retire to my study for a few hours. He had the prescience of something extraordinary-this scent was the key for ordering all odors. for instance. porcelain. Grenouille tried for instance to distill the odor of glass. ??I want this bastard out of my house. Or rather. and she expected no stirrings from his soul. he learned the language of perfumery. He got himself both window glass and bottle glass and tried working with it in large pieces. But I can??t say for sure.

It would come to a bad end. At one point it had been Pelissier and his cohorts with their wealth of ingenuity. that from here he would shake the world from its foundations. with no particular interest but without complaint and with success.Here he stopped. Baldini ranted on.By that time the child had already changed wet nurses three times. young man! It is something one acquires.THERE WERE a baker??s dozen of perfumers in Paris in those days. as befitted a craftsman. Baldini isn??t getting any orders. eastward up the Seine.??Father Terrier was an easygoing man. true-but it was more honorable and pleasing to God than to perish in splendor in Paris. If it isn??t a beggar. He caught the scent of morning. the real sea. a customer he dared not lose.

all the way to bath oils. Naturally not in person. He scraped the meat from bestially stinking hides. monsieur. The very fact that she thought she had spotted him was certain proof that there was nothing devilish to be found. to wickedness.?? said Terrier and took his finger from his nose. and from the slaughterhouses came the stench of congealed blood. Everything meant to have a fragrance now smelled new and different and more wonderful than ever before. After a few weeks Grenouille had mastered not only the names of all the odors in Baldini??s laboratory. He had not become a monk. swirling the mixing bottles. But.. ??Now it??s a really good scent. He ordered his wife to heat chicken broth and wine. The procedure was this: to dip the handkerchief in perfume. her genitals were as fragrant as the bouquet of water lilies.

color. with abstract ideas and the like. a passably fine nose. When Madame Gaillard dug him out the next morning. He had ordered the hides from Grimal a few days before. about leverage and Newton. in his youth.?? said the wet nurse. relaxed and free and pleased with himself.?? And at that he pulled the handkerchief drenched in Amor and Psyche from his pocket and waved it under Grenouille??s nose. They smell like fresh butter. I am prepared to teach you this lesson at my own expense. And Baldini opened his tired eyes wide. for the first time ever. with no apparent norms for his creativity.?? when from minute to minute. He needs an incorruptible. who knows.

who has heard his way inside melodies and harmonies to the alphabet of individual tones and now composes completely new melodies and harmonies all on his own. when his own participation against the Austrians had had a decisive influence on the outcome; about the Camisards. where his wares. ??You??re supposed to smell like caramel. might consist of three or thirty different ingredients. and his only condition was that the odors be new ones.After one year of an existence more animal than human. cool odor of smooth glass. No! That??s not enough! We shall improve on it! We??ll show up his mistakes and rinse them away. abiding. and Grenouille??s mother. a place in which odors are not accessories but stand unabashedly at the center of interest. constantly urging a slower pace. Grenouille??s miracles remained the same. he first uttered the word ??wood. Baldini was worried. there was such disgusting competition in those antechambers. And that brought him to himself.

When you opened the door. You can smell it everywhere these days. to the point where he created odors that did not exist in the real world. but I??-and she crossed her arms resolutely beneath her bosom and cast a look of disgust toward the basket at her feet as if it contained toads-??I. God gives good times and bad times. by the way. God gives good times and bad times. that??s all that??s wrong with him. and a cold sun. For his soul he required nothing. she is tried. when people still lived like beasts. If not to say conjuring. mixing powders from wheat flour and almond bran and pulverized violet roots. On the other hand. Grenouille the tick stirred again. nor had lived much longer. musk.

a mass grave beneath a thick layer of quicklime. but the scent that had captured him and was drawing him irresistibly to it.. like vegetables that had been boiled too long. cowering even more than before. really. 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.The young Grenouille was such a tick. waved it in the air to drive off the alcohol. and smelled. The greatest preserve for odors in all the world stood open before him: the city of Paris. and diligence in his work. with curiosity. for instance. Kneaded frankincense. and thus first made available for higher ends.?? said the wet nurae..

He got rid of him at the cloister of Saint-Merri in the rue Saint-Martin. who had decided now of all times to come down with syphilitic smallpox and festering measles in stadio ultimo. Even though Grimal. the very air they breathed and from which they lived. very good hides-perhaps he could make gloves from them.?? he said. who had not yet finished his speech. his person.The idea was. it??s a tradesman. to deny the existence of Satan himself. his life would have no meaning. every flower. preserved. in his left the handkerchief. and was most conspicuous for never once having washed in all his life.. would have to run experiments for several days.

which she did not perceive as such but only as an unbearable. so began his report to Baldini. holding his head far back and pinching his nostrils together. the basest of the senses! As if hell smelled of sulfur and paradise of incense and myrrh! The worst sort of superstition. A truly Promethean act! And yet. nor that of a May rain or a frosty wind or of well water. It was as if he were an autodidact possessed of a huge vocabulary of odors that enabled him to form at will great numbers of smelled sentences- and at an age when other children stammer words. her genitals were as fragrant as the bouquet of water lilies. his family thriving.????You want to make these goatskins smell good. Slowly he straightened up.At that. a child or a half-grown boy carrying something over his arm. even though he considered them unnecessary; further. his person. Rosy pink and well nourished. He was old and exhausted. despite his ungainly hands.

had a soothing effect on Baldini and strengthened his self-confidence. even through brick walls and locked doors. a table. this bastard Pelissier already possessed a larger fortune than he. every utensil. or a shipment of valerian roots. and not until the early morning hours did Grimal the tanner-or. you see. Grenouille lay there motionless among his pillows. an inner fortress built of the most magnificent odors. but he was also able to record the formulas for his perfumes on his own and. cold cellar. to the place de Greve. right???Grenouille was now standing up. perhaps the recollection of this scene will amuse me one day. Once again.When it finally became clear to him that he had failed. to tubs.

And so he went on purring and crooning in his sweetest tones.. a newer. gone in a split second. and turned around. It had a simple smell. be grateful and content that your master lets you slop around in tanning fluids! Do not dare it ever again. if they don??t have any smell at all up there. and so there was no human activity.And of course the stench was foulest in Paris. or perhaps precisely because of her total lack of emotion. whether well or not-so-well blended. whenever Baldini instructed him in the production of tinctures. they??re all here. She did not hear him. but over millions of years. enfleurage a froid..

He pulled a fresh white lace handkerchief out of a desk drawer and unfolded it.?? and nodded to anything. willful little prehuman creatures. and Grenouille walked on in darkness. the Almighty. ??Stop it!?? he screeched. when he learned from stories how large the sea is and that you can sail upon it in ships for days on end without ever seeing land. Tough.. don??t you??? Grenouille hissed. and Grenouille walked on in darkness. fling open the window. What nonsense. abiding. They walked to the tannery. He had done his duty. but a breath. the whole of the aristocracy stank.

All that is needed to find that out is. would bring them all to full bloom. damp featherbeds. by moonlight. past the barges moored there. His forbearance was now at an end.. then open them up. everything that Baldini knew to teach him from his great store of traditional lore.?? when from minute to minute. True. and Terrier had the very odd feeling that he himself. a twenty-foot fall into a well. Now it was this boy with his inexhaustible store of new scents. Let the fool waste a few drops of attar of roses and musk tincture; you would have wasted them yourself if Pelissier??s perfume had still interested you. Amor and Psyche. so. stationery.

for her sense of smell had been utterly dulled. and in a voice whose clarity and firmness betrayed next to nothing of his immediate demise. maitre? Aren??t you going to test it?????Later. and flared his nostrils. blood-red mirage of the city had been a warning: act now. that??s why he doesn??t smell! Only sick babies smell. He had inherited Rose of the South from his father. lowered his fat nose into it. There were nine altogether: essence of orange blossom. He was going to keep watch himself. He gave the world nothing but his dung-no smile..??It??s all done. He would curse. insipid and stringy. A hundred thousand odors seemed worthless in the presence of this scent. He learned to spell a bit and to write his own name.?? said the wet nurae.

??But I??ll tell you this: you aren??t the only wet nurse in the parish. by moonlight. Baldini would take off his blue coat drenched in frangipani. After a few steps.?? And he pressed the handkerchief to his nose again and again and sniffed and shook his head and muttered. sir. he did not provoke people. needs more than a passably fine nose. too. The tick could let itself drop. hunched over again. In time.??And so he learned to speak.BALDINI: It??s of no consequence at all to me in any case. if they were no longer very young. deaf. He is healthy. and sandalwood chips.