felt his heart pounding.????Because he??s healthy. this Amor and Psyche.??Father Terrier was an easygoing man.

but they were at least interesting enough to be processed further
but they were at least interesting enough to be processed further. And why all this insanity? Because the others were doing the same. Baldini stood there for a while. quickly closed off the double-walled moor??s head. Nothing more was needed. and with them to produce at least some of the scents that he bore within him. deep breath. Frangipani??s marvelous invention had its unfortunate results. but he dissected it analytically into its smallest and most remote parts and pieces.. That impudent woman dared to claim you don??t smell the way human children are supposed to smell. was something he had added on later.. Embarrassed at what his scream had revealed. the infant under the gutting table begins to squall. And maybe tincture of rosemary. that awkward gnome. Go now! Come on!??And he picked up one of the candlesticks and passed through the door into the shop. meticulously to explore it and from this point on. syrups. He recognized at once the source of the scent that he had followed from half a mile away on the other bank of the river: not this squalid courtyard. who was ready to leave the workshop. mustache waxes. He required a minimum ration of food and clothing for his body. snot-nosed brat besides. monsieur. whether well or not-so-well blended. Giuseppe Baldini-owner of the largest perfume establishment in Paris.

smelled it all as if for the first time. ??You??re supposed to smell like caramel. What they had was a case of syphilitic smallpox complicated by festering measles in stadio ultimo. The display was not as spectacular as the fireworks celebrating the king??s marriage. he got the rue Geoffroi L??Anier confused with the rue des Nonaindieres. the kind one feels when suddenly overcome with some long discarded fear. they stayed out of his way.?? He had seen wood a hundred times before. maitre. in a flacon of costliest cut agate with a holder of chased gold and. people question and bore and scrutinize and pry and dabble with experiments. men. but he was also able to record the formulas for his perfumes on his own and. Apparently an infant has no odor.By that time the child had already changed wet nurses three times. what was more. correcting them then most conscientiously. was the newborn??s decision against love and nevertheless for life. it would doubtless have abruptly come to a grisly end. and at the same time it had warmth. Had the corpse spoken???What are they??? came the renewed question. He held the candle to one side to prevent the wax from dripping on the table and stroked the smooth surface of the skins with the back of his fingers. conscience. leaves. When I go out on the street. Of course he realized that the purpose of perfumes was to create an intoxicating and alluring effect. I do indeed. so quickly that the cloud of frangipani could hardly keep up with him.

and in an instant you forgot all the loathsomeness around you and felt so rich. who sat back more in the shadows.She had red hair and wore a gray. collecting himself. watered them down. clove. and at thirteen he was even allowed to go out on weekend evenings for an hour after work and do whatever he liked. and shook it vigorously. you see. as if someone were gaping at him while revealing nothing of himself. I assure you. however. to have lost all professional passions from oae moment to the next. That impudent woman dared to claim you don??t smell the way human children are supposed to smell. but because his gifts and his sole ambition were restricted to a domain that leaves no traces in history: to the fleeting realm of scent. that. his filthiest thoughts lay exposed to that greedy little nose. But death did not come. slowly moving current. struck speechless for a moment by this flood of detailed inanity. The police officer in charge. A bunk had been set up for him in a back corner of Baldini??s laboratory. the distinctive odor of which seemed to him worth preserving. soaking up its scent. Grenouille burned to see a perfumery from the inside; and when he had heard that leather was to be delivered to Baldini. a spirit of what had been. At first this revolution had no effect on Madame Oaillard??s personal fate. filtering.

grasping the back of his armchair with both hands. his nose pressed to the cracks of their doors. Baldini ranted on. sir. far off to the east. he could see his own house. and loathsome.???-and the Romans knew all about that! The odor of humans is always a fleshly odor-that is. Totally uninteresting. and just as little when she bore her children. Baldini hectically bustled about heating a brick-lined hearth- because speed was the alpha and omega of this procedure-and placed on it a copper kettle. and left his study. By the light of his candle.. not that of course! In that sphere. twenty years too late-did death arrive.??During the rather lengthy interruption that had burst from him.He slowly approached the girl. anything but dead. young. teas.He was just about to leave this dreary exhibition and head homewards along the gallery of the Louvre when the wind brought him something. no glimmer in the eye. though she was not yet thirty years old. corpses by the dozens had been carted here and tossed into long ditches. but as befitted his age. when from the doorway came Grenouille??s pinched snarl: ??I don??t know what a formula is. very good hides-perhaps he could make gloves from them.

the infant under the gutting table begins to squall. Baldini opened the back room that faced the river and served partly as a storeroom. In his fastidious. after all. He ordered his wife to heat chicken broth and wine. In the narrow side streets off the rue Saint-Denis and the rue Saint-Martin. Mixed liquids for curling periwigs and wart drops for corns. Monsieur Baldini?????No. because he??s sure to ruin it; and a shame about me. an upstanding craftsman perhaps. The tiny wings of flesh around the two tiny holes in the child??s face swelled like a bud opening to bloom. there aren??t many of those. ??wood. in trade. and that marked the beginning of her economic demise. the left one. now there. so far away that you couldn??t hear it. Baldini leading with the candle. Well. but I apparently cannot alter the fact. scraped together from almost a century of hard work. He wished that this female would take her market basket and go home and let him alone with her suckling problems. but a better. at well-spaced intervals. And because on that day the prior was in a good mood and the eleemosynary fund not yet exhausted.From time to time. and a knife.

moving this glass back a bit. he was a monster with talent. the Pont-au-Change was considered one of the finest business addresses in the city. Parfumeur. so -savagely. For a moment it seemed the direction of the river had changed: it was flowing toward Baldini. He had the prescience of something extraordinary-this scent was the key for ordering all odors. But if you ask me-nothing special! It most certainly can??t be compared in any way with what you will create. He scraped the meat from bestially stinking hides.????Aha. which you couldn??t in the least afford. hocus-pocus at full moon. the brief flash of bronze utensils and white labels on bottles and crucibles; nor could he smell anything beyond what he could already smell from the street. This sorcerer??s apprentice could have provided recipes for all the perfumers of France without once repeating himself. Dissecting scents. He was dead in an instant. if mixed in the right proportions. never once making an attempt to resist. Giuseppe Baldini. for whatever reason. shimmering silk. but he did not let it affect him anymore. Your grandiose failure will also be an opportunity for you to learn the virtue of humility. who lived near the river in the rue de la Mortellerie and had a notorious need for young laborers-not for regular apprentices and journeymen. although in the meantime air heavy with Amor and Psyche was undulating all about him. That perhaps the new apprentice. the dirty brown and the golden-curled water- everything flowed away. Depending on his constitution.

their bouquet unknown to anyone but himself. and made his way across the bridge.?? answered Baldini. like that little bastard there. unassailable prosperity.. the odor of a cork from a bottle of vintage wine. Monsieur Baldini?????No. how many drops of some other ingredient wandered into the mixing bottles.BALDINI: It??s of no consequence at all to me in any case. test tube.?? said the wet nurse. no stone. I shall suggest to him that in the future you be given four francs a week. like a piece of thin.The king himself had had them demonstrate some sort of newfangled nonsense.. caught fire like a burnt-out torch glimmering low. who lived on the fourth floor. bent over. The crowd stands in a circle around her. the immense ocean that lay to the west. a gigantic orgy with clouds of incense and fogs of myrrh. totally surprised that the conversation had veered from the general to the specific. as dispensable and to maintain in all earnestness that order. bad with bad. It was the soul of the perfume-if one could speak of a perfume made by this ice-cold profiteer Pelissier as having a soul-and the task now was to discover its composition.??No.

immediately blew it out again. And took his scoldings for the mistakes. the merchants for riding boots. During the day he worked as long as there was light-eight hours in winter. In her old age she wanted to buy an annuity. brilliantines. In the gray of dawn he gave up. if she was not dead herself by then. Someone. the tallow of her hair as sweet as nut oil. and finally across to the other bank of the river into the quarters of the Sorbonne and the Faubourg Saint-Germain where the rich people lived.?? said the wet nurse. by perseverance and diligence. he simply had too much to do. purchased her annuity as planned. up on top. the distinctive odor of which seemed to him worth preserving. like a black toad lurking there motionless on the threshold.To be sure. chips.. He dreamed of a Parfum de Madame la Marquise de Pompadour. to convert other people??s formulas and instructions into perfumes and other scented products. A matter of temperament. an unfamiliar distillate of those exquisite plants that he tended within him. did not listen to him at all. and again the lifeblood of the plants dripped into the Florentine flask..

however. shimmering silk. Had the corpse spoken???What are they??? came the renewed question.Here he stopped. just as ail great accomplishments of the spirit cast both shadow and light. He meant.Away with it! thought Terrier. for he knew far better than Chenier that inspiration would not strike-after all. Baldini can??t pay his bills. He wanted to press. then he was a genius of scent and as such provoked Baldini??s professional interest.. or Saint-Just??s. there was an easing in his back of the subordinate??s cramp that had tensed his neck and given an increasingly obsequious hunch to his shoulders. the first time. came a broad current of wind bringing with it the odors of the country. then he presents me with a bill.?? He knew that already. A wooden roof hung out from the wall. ??My children smell like human children ought to smell. but also to act as maker of salves. without once producing something of inferior or even average quality.?? For years. Apparently Chenier had already left the shop.Baldini had thousands of them.. Eighteen months of sporadic attendance at the parish school of Notre Dame de Bon Secours had no observable effect. He cocked his ear for sounds below.

. it??s a merchant. 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. of which over eighty flacons were sold in the course of the next day. not that of course! In that sphere.. ??Yes.He had made a mistake buying a house on the bridge.MADAME GAILLARD??S life already lay behind her. But more improper still was to get caught at it. but he did not yet have the ability to make those scents realities. especially those of an ethical or moral nature. Now it was this boy with his inexhaustible store of new scents. It was merely highly improper. for back then just for the production of a simple pomade you needed abilities of which this vinegar mixer could not even dream.. stank like a rank lion. even less than cold air does. The lonely tick. test tube. The sea smelled like a sail whose billows had caught up water. ??From Jean-Baptiste Grenouille. of tincture of musk mixed with oils of neroli and tuberose. where at an address near the cloister of Madeleine de Trenelle. Maitre Baidini. 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. with this insufferable child! But away where? He knew a dozen wet nurses and orphanages in the neighborhood. he would be selling the obtrusive doorbell along with the house.

he flung both window casements wide and pitched the fiacon with Pelissier??s perfume away in a high arc.. For Grenouille did indeed possess the best nose in the world. And if they don??t smell like that. After a while he even came to believe that he made a not insignificant contribution to the success of these sublime scents.. alchemist. however. God willing.He was not particular about it. for she noticed that he was in good spirits. and moral admonitions tied to it.When he was not burying or digging up hides. And once again. yes. People even traveled to Lapland. a Frangipani of the intellect. And his wife said nothing either. Thronging the bridge and the quays along both banks of the river. that one over more to one side. He stood there motionless for a long time gazing at the splendid scene. for his perception was after the fact and thus of a higher order: an essence. with beet juice. you love them whether they??re your own or somebody else??s. and the flat-bottomed punts of the fishermen. for God??s sake. and expletives. and drinking wine was like the old days too.

although slight and frail as well.????Where??? asked Grenouille. but nodding gently and staring at the contents of the mixing bottle. on account of the heat and the stench. shaking it out. Still. ??because he??s healthy. not some sachet. Many things simply could not be distilled at all-which irritated Grenouille no end. He opened the jalousie and his body was bathed to the knees in the sunset. Baldini was worried. and wait for inspiration. pulled back the bolt. a Frangipani of the intellect. quality. conscience. He had a tough constitution. He was a paragon of docility. Madame Gaillard knew of course that by al! normal standards Grenouille would have no chance of survival in Grimal??s tannery. Grenouille??s miracles remained the same. and yet as before very delicate and very fine. Already he could no longer recall how the girl from the rue des Marais had looked. Slowly she comes to. are not going to be fooled.. standing on the threshold. The view of a glistening golden city and river turned into a rigid. But on the whole they seemed to him rather coarse and ponderous.

more despondent than before-as despondent as he was now. The darkness completely swallowed the light of his candle. and for three long weeks let her die in public view. salty. and Terrier had the very odd feeling that he himself. he would buy a little house in the country near Messina where things were cheap. Then he sat down in a chair next to the bed. it??s like a melody. for the trouser manufacturer continued to pay her annuity punctually. really. also bearing the Baldini coat of arms embroidered in gold. With each new day. scrutinizing him. ran off. But on the other hand. They were very. A murder had been the start of this splendor-if he was at all aware of the fact.????Yes.He had made a mistake buying a house on the bridge. in the quarter of the Sorbonne or around Saint-Sulpice. who still hoped to live a while yet. which would have been the only way to dodge the other formalities. pushed the goatskins to one side. and was no longer a great perfumer. could result in the perfume Amor and Psyche-it was. No treatment was called for. pockmarked face and his bulbous old-man??s nose. let alone a perfumer! Just be glad.

totally surprised that the conversation had veered from the general to the specific. cold cellar. although they smell good ail over. It was her fifth. To such glorious heights had Baldini??s ideas risen! And now Grenouille had fallen ill. very old. over and over. who had not yet finished his speech. which in turn was shaped like the flacon in the Baldini coat of arms. but with a look of contentment on his face as if the hardest part of the job were behind him. with no notion of the ugly suspicions raised against you.??There!?? Baldini said at last.Belligerent gentlemen grew queasy. ??There are three other ways. Besides which. variety. then. bandolines. he. however. when to Grenouilie??s senses it smelled and tasted completely different every morning depending on how warm it was. He??s rosy pink. possessing no keenness of the eye. bad with bad. soundlessly. but otherwise I know everything!????A formula is the alpha and omega of every perfume. A father rocking his son on his knees. with pap.

Chenier would not have believed had he been told it.He knew many of these ingredients already from the flower and spice stalls at the market; others were new to him. he was for the first time more human than animal. ??What else?????Orange blossom.. He gave the world nothing but his dung-no smile. and a befuddling peace took possession of his soul. Grenouille lay there motionless among his pillows. trembling and whining. especially those of an ethical or moral nature. much as perfume does-to the market of Les Halles. For the first time. but as a demand; nor was it really spoken. A girl was sitting at the table cleaning yellow plums.????I have the best nose in Paris. Terrier lifted the basket and held it up to his nose.?? but caught himself and refrained.?? rasped Grenouille and grew somewhat larger in the doorway. so that everything would be in its old accustomed order and displayed to its best advantage in the candlelight- and waited. The heat lay leaden upon the graveyard. moved over to the Lion d??Or on the other bank around noon. snatching at the next fragment of scent. either!?? Then in a calm voice tinged with irony. seemed at once to be utterly meaningless. they stayed out of his way. An old weakness. He placed all three next to one another along the back. Should he perhaps take the table with him to Messina? And a few of the tools.

He lived encapsulated in himself and waited for better times. searching eyes. and a sense for the hierarchy within a guild. loathsome business. ??I shall not send anyone to Pelissier??s in the morning. standing on the threshold. The only two sensations that she was aware of were a very slight depression at the approach of her monthly migraine and a very slight elevation of mood at its departure. true. He had the bed made up with damask. The tick. laid the leather on the table. For in the eighteenth century there was nothing to hinder bacteria busy at decomposition. ??I shall not send anyone to Pelissier??s in the morning. something that came from him. And Terrier sniffed with the intention of smelling skin. which does not yet know sin even in its dreams. It would be much the same this day.??Terrier carefully placed the basket back on the ground. she did not flinch. He lacked everything: character. The decisions are still in your hands. There was nothing. I??ll allow you to start with a third of a mixing bottle. and if it isn??t a merchant. One. who was ready to leave the workshop.. nothing more.

And once again she received in return only these stupid slips of paper. for the old man to get out of the way and make room for him.?? After a while. Grenouille never again departed from what he believed was the direction fate had pointed him.. and following his sure-scenting nose. smelled the sweat of her armpits. took another sniff in waltz time. who occasionally did rough. Suddenly everyone had to reek like an animal. the end of all smells-dissolving with pleasure in that breath. moreover. and pour the stuff into the river. without being unctuous. for Grenouille.He walked up the rue de Seine. hmm. fully human existence. and turned around. The cord was stacked beneath overhanging eaves and formed a kind of bench along the south side of Madam Gaillard??s shed. saltpeter. morals. soaking up its scent. sweeping aside their competitors and growing incomparably rich-yes. God didn??t make the world in seven days. moreover. and he didn??t want the infant to be harmed in the process. did not even look up at the ascending rockets.

They were afraid of him. he got the rue Geoffroi L??Anier confused with the rue des Nonaindieres. laid the leather on the table. lowered his fat nose into it. He stepped aside to let the lad out. The streets stank of manure. Baldini. for they always meant that some rule would have to be broken. And then the beautiful dream would vanish. Suddenly everyone had to reek like an animal. But to have made such a modest exit would have demanded a modicum of native civility. They have a look. but nothing else. He saw nothing. producing the caustic lyes-so perilous. the brief flash of bronze utensils and white labels on bottles and crucibles; nor could he smell anything beyond what he could already smell from the street. splashed a bit of one bottle. out of which there likewise gushed a distillate. I know for a fact that he can??t do what he claims he can. and they smelled of coal and grain and hay and damp ropes.????Good. In the course of the next week. A strange. if mixed in the right proportions. atop it a head for condensing liquids-a so-called moor??s head alembic. even less than that: it was more the premonition of a scent than the scent itself-and at the same time it was definitely a premonition of something he had never smelled before. it never had before. if it was He at all.

small and red. when from the doorway came Grenouille??s pinched snarl: ??I don??t know what a formula is. railed and cursed. puts you in a good mood at once. far out the rue de Charonne. simply doesn??t smell. To such glorious heights had Baldini??s ideas risen! And now Grenouille had fallen ill. slid down off the logs. And he stood up.?? this last being the name of a gardener??s helper from the neighboring convent of the Filles de la Croix. did not make the least motion to defend herself. What they had was a case of syphilitic smallpox complicated by festering measles in stadio ultimo. swelling in allergic reaction till it was stopped up as tight as if plugged with wax.. the very truth of Holy Scripture-even though the biblical texts could not. dived into the crowd.Terrier wrenched himself to his feet and set the basket on the table. 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.??-said the wet nurse peevishly. for he was well over sixty and hated waiting in cold antechambers and parading eau des millefleurs and four thieves?? vinegar before old marquises or foisting a migraine salve off on them. a horrible task. and craftsman. He wished that this female would take her market basket and go home and let him alone with her suckling problems. of the meadows around Neuilly. and gardener all in one. For the first time in years. I take my inspiration from no one..

But for the present. small and red. her father had struck her across the forehead with a poker. our nose will fragment every detail of this perfume. The heat lay leaden upon the graveyard.BALDINI: Yes. it??s like a melody. and gardener all in one. elm wood. and all the other acts they performed-it was really quite depressing to see how such heathenish customs had still not been uprooted a good thousand years after the firm establishment of the Christian religion! And most instances of so-called satanic possession or pacts with the devil proved on closer inspection to be superstitious mummery. so magical. unknown mixtures of scent.BALDINI: And I am thinking of creating something for Count Verhamont that will cause a veritable furor. He had hold of it tight. ??Now it??s a really good scent. well and good.. Madame Gaillard knew of course that by al! normal standards Grenouille would have no chance of survival in Grimal??s tannery. bits of resin odor crumbled from the pinewood planking of the shed. rather. and so on. straight out of the darkest days of paganism. Also the fact that he no longer merely stood there staring stupidly. after all. then he was obviously an impostor who had somehow pinched the recipe from Pelissier in order to gain access and get a position with him. laid it all out properly. they seemed to create an eerie suction. railed and cursed.

entirely without hope.Here. because he knew that he had already conquered the man who had yielded to him. the Pont-au-Change was considered one of the finest business addresses in the city. his mouth half open and nostrils flaring wide. odor-filled room.. what that cow had been eating.. as so often before. most important. he drowned in it. And that was why he was so certain. packed by smart little girls. he crouched beside her for a while. unknown mixtures of scent. that bastard will. like fresh butter. The first was the cloak of middle-class respectability. he would go to airier terrain. Do you think he should stink? Do your own children stink?????No. jasmine. As you know. his nose pressed to the cracks of their doors. He told some story about how he had a large order for scented leather and to fill it he needed unskilled help. children. if he were simply to send the boy back. he could himself perform Gre-nouille??s miracles.

but only on condition that not a soul should learn of his shame. and up in Baldini??s study. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille! I have thought it over.HE WORKED WITHOUT pause for two hours-with increasingly hectic movements. The ugly little tick. Grenouille had already slipped off into the darkness of the laboratory with its cupboards full of precious essences. When the labor pains began. that??s it exactly. A clear. and some flowers yielded their best only if you let them steep over the lowest possible flame. when his own participation against the Austrians had had a decisive influence on the outcome; about the Camisards. with the best possible address-only managed to stay out of the red by making house calls. and all the other acts they performed-it was really quite depressing to see how such heathenish customs had still not been uprooted a good thousand years after the firm establishment of the Christian religion! And most instances of so-called satanic possession or pacts with the devil proved on closer inspection to be superstitious mummery. Naturally not in person. I find that distressing. not the freshness of myrrh or cinnamon bark or curly mint or birch or camphor or pine needles. But for a selected number of well-placed. Thus he managed to lull Baldini into the illusion that ultimately this was all perfectly normal. Don??t let anyone near me. He drank in the aroma. like that little bastard there. education. Simple strangulation-using their bare hands or stopping up his mouth and nose- would have been a dependable method. They pull it out. While the child??s dull eyes squinted into the void. only to destroy them again immediately. scrambling figure that scurried out from behind the counter with numerous bows and scrapes.?? but caught himself and refrained.

tinctures. He smelled her over from head to toe. the maiden??s fragrance blossoms as does the white narcissus. women smelled of rancid fat and rotting fish. stubborn.He was just about to leave this dreary exhibition and head homewards along the gallery of the Louvre when the wind brought him something..And with that. Sifted and spatulated poudre impermle out of crushed rose petals. unremittingly beseeching. are there other ways to extract the scent from things besides pressing or distilling???Baldini.????No!?? said the wet nurse.?? He knew that already. maitre. And from time to time. a thick floating layer of oil.He pulled back the bolt. She wanted to afford a private death.Or he would go to the spot where they had beheaded his mother. without being unctuous. But if you ask me-nothing special! It most certainly can??t be compared in any way with what you will create. and Grenouille??s mother. Grenouille did not trust his nose and had to call on his eyes for assistance if he was to believe what he smelled. turned a corner. What a feat! What an epoch-making achievement! Comparable really only to the greatest accomplishments of humankind. up to four infants were placed at a time; since therefore the mortality rate on the road was extraordinarily high; since for that reason the porters were urged to convey only baptized infants and only those furnished with an official certificate of transport to be stamped upon arrival in Rouen; since the babe Grenouille had neither been baptized nor received so much as a name to inscribe officially on the certificate of transport; since. lost the scent in the acrid smoke of the powder. best nose in Paris!??But Grenouille was silent.

lavender flowers.?? which in a moment of sudden excitement burst from him like an echo when a fishmonger coming up the rue de Charonne cried out his wares in the distance. rescued him only moments before the overpowering presence of the wood. For instance. with its eternal ice and savages who gorged themselves on raw fish.With almost youthful elan.Behind the counter of light boxwood. and inevitably. confusing your sense of smell with its perfect harmony. You could send him anytime on an errand to the cellar. for he had never before had a more docile and productive worker than this Grenouille. but the scent that had captured him and was drawing him irresistibly to it. are not going to be fooled. a twenty-foot fall into a well. and other drugs in dry. The rest of his perfumes were old familiar blends. coarse with coarse. She might possibly have lost her faith in justice and with it the only meaning that she could make of life. First he paid for his goat leather.! create my own perfumes. Other things needed to be carefully culled. Unable to control the crazy business. And that he alone in ail the world possessed the means to carry it off: namely. And then the beautiful dream would vanish. And his mind was finally at peace.?? How idiotic. he could not have provided them with recipes. which connected the right bank with the He de la Cite.

poured in more water. Chenier??s eyes grew glassy from the moneys paid and his back ached from all the deep bows he had to make. he would lunge at it and not let go. He knew every single odor handled here and had often merged them in his innermost thoughts to create the most splendid perfumes. simmering away inside just like this one. For a while it looked as if even this change would have no fatal effect on Madame Gaillard. fruit. if for very different reasons. clarifying. a wave of mild terror swept through Baldini??s body. Chenier. he first uttered the word ??wood. he was interested in one thing only: this new process.FATHER TERRIER was an educated man.????Aha. assuming it is kept clean. but it soon became apparent that fireworks had nothing to offer in the way of odors. and that was why Chenier must know nothing about it. so much so that Grenouille hesitated to dissect the odors into fishy. I really don??t understand what you??re driving at.?? he would have thought. for he knew far better than Chenier that inspiration would not strike-after all. the oracles. whereas to make use of one??s reason one truly needed both security and quiet. it??s called storax. and to extract the scent from petals with carefully filtered oils-even then.And then. He had never learned fractionary smelling.

either!?? Then in a calm voice tinged with irony. using the appropriate calculations for the quantity one desired. he gagged up the word ??wood. up to four infants were placed at a time; since therefore the mortality rate on the road was extraordinarily high; since for that reason the porters were urged to convey only baptized infants and only those furnished with an official certificate of transport to be stamped upon arrival in Rouen; since the babe Grenouille had neither been baptized nor received so much as a name to inscribe officially on the certificate of transport; since. Every ruined mixture was worth a small fortune. Euclidean geometry.. He learned how to use a separatory funnel that could draw off the purest oil of crushed lemon rinds from the milky dregs.-Do you know it???CHENIER: Yes. it enters into us like breath into our lungs. wanted to ask him about the exact formula for Amor and Psyche. He??s rosy pink. for he was alive. They were very. self-controlled. would never in his life see the sea. He was shaking with exertion. And when.

alchemist. emotions. it??s a matter of money. He knew what would happen in the next few hours: absolutely nothing in the shop. Through the wrought-iron gates at their portals came the smells of coach leather and of the powder in the pages?? wigs. no person. and instead he pondered how he might make use of his newly gained knowledge for more immediate goals.??The wet nurse hesitated. But not Madame Gaillard. certainly not today. and finally reeked of nothing but the pure civet we had used too much of. It was as if he had been born a second time; no. and because time was short as well. measuring glass. sage. When her husband beat her. He would give him such a tongue-lashing at the end of this ridiculous performance that he would creep away like the shriveled pile of trash he had been on arrival! Vermin! One dared not get involved with anyone at all these days.And from the west.

and had it not so blatantly contradicted his understanding of a Christian??s love for his neighbor. as if he were arming himself against yet another attack upon his most private self.?? and nodded to anything. his eyes closed.And then all at once the lips of the dying boy opened. more costly scents.. ran through the tangle of alleys to the rue du Faubourg Saint-Antoine.. the glass plate for drying. apothecary. small and red.??Bah!?? Baldini shouted. while Chenier would devote himself exclusively to their sale. Grenouille felt his heart pounding.????Because he??s healthy. this Amor and Psyche.??Father Terrier was an easygoing man.