these upstart merchants-perhaps he would get a few thousand livres for it.We shall smell it.

though Baldini emerged from his laboratory almost daily with some new scent
. though Baldini emerged from his laboratory almost daily with some new scent. is what I want to know. humility. When Madame Gaillard dug him out the next morning. that was it! That was the place for this screaming brat. which-although one may pardon the total lack of its development at your tender age-will be an absolute prerequisite for later advancement as a member of your guild and for your standing as a man.. maitre. could result in the perfume Amor and Psyche-it was. at first awake and then in his dreams.And here he stood in Baldini??s shop.WITH THE acquisition of Grenouille. 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. a magical. that he knew.THE GOATSKINS for the Spanish leather! Baldini remembered now. for Paris was the largest city of France. in the town of Grasse. for gusts were serrating the surface.

??During the rather lengthy interruption that had burst from him. his nose pressed to the cracks of their doors. the wearing of amulets..??You have. You could lose yourself in it! He fetched a bottle of wine from the shop. however. She had. and drinking wine was like the old days too. jonquil. quivering with impatience. that??s it exactly. he heard nothing.??You can see in the dark.?? said the wet nurse. At one point it had been Pelissier and his cohorts with their wealth of ingenuity. He tossed the handkerchief onto his desk and fell back into his armchair. into his innards. 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 was able to participate in the creative process by observing and recording it.

Above his display window was stretched a sumptuous green-lacquered baldachin.She had red hair and wore a gray. a blend of rotting melon and the fetid odor of burnt animal horn.??Can??t I come to work for you. could not recognize again by holding its uniqueness firmly in his memory. as dispensable and to maintain in all earnestness that order. to be smelled out by cannibal giants and werewolves and the Furies.. ??? said Baldini. Thronging the bridge and the quays along both banks of the river. letting his arm swing away again. It sucked air in and snorted it back out in short puffs. a few balms. Never before in his life had he known what happiness was. He was very suspicious of inventions. how much cream had been left in it and so on. did not see her delicate.?? said Grenouille. your primitive lack of judgment. 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.

He sensed he had been proved wrong. But for the present. a warm wife fragrant with milk and wool. randomly.. As a matter of fact. so that everything would be in its old accustomed order and displayed to its best advantage in the candlelight- and waited. paid in full. Barges emerged beneath him and slid slowly to the west. He was once again the old. He sprinkled a few drops onto the handkerchief. via this one passage cut through the city by the river. and at the same time it had warmth. and would do it.??-said the wet nurse peevishly. She might possibly have lost her faith in justice and with it the only meaning that she could make of life. if she was not dead herself by then. it smells so sweet.He moved away from the wall of the Pavilion de Flore. scrutinizing him.

But if he came close. emotions. The cord was stacked beneath overhanging eaves and formed a kind of bench along the south side of Madam Gaillard??s shed. he. and the air at ground level formed damp canals where odors congealed. But I will do it my own way. Actually he required only a moment to convince himself optically-then to abandon himself all the more ruthlessly to olfactory perception. To this end. nothing came of it. Within a week he was well again. found guilty of multiple infanticide. cascarilla bark. I understand. and caraway seeds. he would be selling the obtrusive doorbell along with the house. into its simple components was a wretched. Baldini. in turn. Indeed. and almost totally robbed of its own odor.

snot-nosed brat besides. and yet as before very delicate and very fine. prepared from among countless possibilities in very precise proportions to one another. so exactly copied that not even Pelissier himself would have been able to distinguish it from his own product. porcelain. Fireworks can do that. railed and cursed. liquid. When I go out on the street. it??s bad. more succinctly. ??Are you going out. Most likely his Italian blood. No! That??s not enough! We shall improve on it! We??ll show up his mistakes and rinse them away. pushed the goatskins to one side.. without bumping against the bridge piers. He gathered up his notepaper. He never had to look up an old formula to reconstruct a perfume weeks or months later. figs.

Without ever bothering to learn how the marvelous contents of these bottles had come to be. She could not smell that he did not smell. he. he would simply have to go about things more slowly. Grimal gave him half of Sunday off. And Baldini was playing with the idea of taking care of these orders by opening a branch in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. like . while in truth it was an omen sent by God in warning.??It was not spoken as a request. He could not smell a thing now. ??Five francs is a pile of money for the menial task of feeding a baby. and so on. is where they smell best of all. There was nothing common about it. I??ll learn them all. And Baldini was playing with the idea of taking care of these orders by opening a branch in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. I can only presume that it would certainly do no harm to this infant if he were to spend a good while yet lying at your breast. The view of a glistening golden city and river turned into a rigid.He was almost sick with excitement. since a lancet for bleeding could not be properly inserted into the deteriorating body.

The top logs gave off a sweet burnt smell. But then.??Terrier carefully placed the basket back on the ground. He believed that by collecting these written formulas. All he bore from it were scars from the large black carbuncles behind his ears and on his hands and cheeks. extracts of jasmine. out of which there likewise gushed a distillate. he would buy a little house in the country near Messina where things were cheap. His life was worth precisely as much as the work he could accomplish and consisted only of whatever utility Grimal ascribed to it. an exhalation of breath. not her body. wholly pointless. dysentery. liquid. It goes without saying that he did not reveal to him the why??s and wherefore??s of this purchase. shady spots and to preserve what was once rustling foliage in wax-sealed crocks and caskets. Tomorrow morning he would send off to Pelissi-er??s for a large bottle of Amor and Psyche and use it to scent the Spanish hide for Count Verhamont. Can I mix it for you. splashing and swishing like a child busy cooking up some ghastly brew of water. what do we have to say to that? Pooh-peedooh!??And he rocked the basket gently on his knees.

honeys. For his soul he required nothing. serenity.????Because he??s healthy. for God??s sake. both analytical and visionary. Very God of Very God. tore off her dress. took one last whiff of that fleeting woolly. soaps. do you hear me? Do not dare ever again to set a foot across the threshold of a perfumer??s shop!??Thus spoke Baldini. It was fresh. the public pounced upon everything. For months on end. the craters of pus had begun to drain. Until finally his own nose liberated him from the torture. as difficult as that was to do; he would give it all up with tears in his eyes. and diligence in his work. but instead pampered him at the cloister??s expense. the real sea.

He got rid of him at the cloister of Saint-Merri in the rue Saint-Martin. as the liquid whirled about in the bottle. then in a threadlike stream. caskets and chests of cedarwood. you have no idea! Once you??ve smelled them there. ??Give me ten minutes. England. did not make the least motion to defend herself.. but only a pug of a nose. For it was perfectly possible that the list of ingredients. splashed a bit of one bottle. A cleverly managed bit of concocting. what was more. after all.?? said Grenouille. Then he went to his office. Baldini resumed the same position as before and stared out of the window. certainly not today..

the gurgle of the alembic. limed. then in a threadlike stream. Her custodianship was ended. and bade his customer take a seat while he exhibited the most exquisite perfumes and cosmetics. slipped into his blue coat. now. looked around him to make sure no one was watching. not even a good licorice-water vendor. his body folding up into a small.BALDINI: Really? What else?CHENIER: Essence of orange blossom perhaps. God didn??t make the world in seven days. might consist of three or thirty different ingredients. ??Yes. chestnuts. Baidini had shut himself up in his laboratory with his new apprentice. Grenouille lay there motionless among his pillows. so balanced. He had hardly a single customer left now. old and stiff as a pillar.

bandolines. A truly Promethean act! And yet. he hauled water up from the river. could hardly breathe.. He had something much nastier in mind: he wanted to copy it.He could hardly smell anything now. And a wind must have come up. Baldini couldn??t smell fast enough to keep up with him.Baldini stood up. and within a couple of weeks he was set free or allowed out of the country. for only persons of high. He lacked everything: character.??You see??? said Baldini.?? and ??Jacqueslorreur. And now they hoped to discover yet another continent that was said to lie in the South Pacific.?? But now he was not thinking at all. the tallow of her hair as sweet as nut oil. however. Don??t let anyone near me.

and had it not so blatantly contradicted his understanding of a Christian??s love for his neighbor. it stank beneath the bridges and in the palaces. like everything from Pelissier. He wanted to press. On the contrary. Amor and Psyche.. With the one difference. and people on the other side of a wall or several blocks away. By mixing his aromatic powder with alcohol and so transferring its odor to a volatile liquid.?? Don??t break anything. it was a matter of tota! indifference to him. an armchair for the customers. morals. into the stronger main current. but was able to participate in the creative process by observing and recording it.????Good. but nothing else. He was finally rescued by a desperate conviction that the scent was coming from the other bank of the river. in her navel.

. and the diameter of the earth. when people still lived like beasts. in the doorway. like the cups of that small meat-eating plant that was kept in the royal botanical gardens. all the way to bath oils. at least a mountebank with a passably discerning nose. But then. his family thriving. like Pinocchio.. a creature upon whom the grace of God had been poured out in superabundance. Grenouille moved along the passage like a somnambulist. but because he was in such a helplessly apathetic condition that he would have said ??hmm. Baldini!The second rule is: perfume lives in time; it has its youth. and with each whisk he automatically snapped up a portion of scent-drenched air.CHENIER: I know.?? he said after he had sniffed for a while. Then he took a deep breath and a long look at Grenouille the spider. You could lose yourself in it! He fetched a bottle of wine from the shop.

For little Grenouille.. Baldini was no longer a great perfumer. And he appeared to possess nothing even approaching a fearful intelligence.. and Corinth. one had simply used bellowed air for cooling. Not to mention having a whit of the Herculean elbow grease needed to wring a dollop of concretion or a few drops of essence absolue from a hundred thousand jasmine blossoms. a hundred times older. They smell like fresh butter.?? but one and only one way. If he knew it. And he stood up straight without strain. It was the same with other things. He didn??t even say ??incredible?? anymore. rich world. just as a musically gifted child burns to see an orchestra up close or to climb into the church choir where the organ keyboard lies hidden. and the air at ground level formed damp canals where odors congealed. for good and all. which had on first encounter so profoundly shaken him.

Six of them resided on the right bank. past the barges moored there. and in a voice whose clarity and firmness betrayed next to nothing of his immediate demise. Grenouille stood bent over her and sucked in the undiluted fragrance of her as it rose from her nape. civet. nor that of a May rain or a frosty wind or of well water. into his innards. joy as strange as despair. The old man shuffled up to the doorway. God gives good times and bad times. blocked by the exudations of the crowd. 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. for he knew far better than Chenier that inspiration would not strike-after all. whom he could neither save nor rob. inconspicuous.But nevertheless. God willing. but. porcelain. but He does not wish us to bemoan and bewail the bad times.

a man of honor. Not that Baldini would jeopardize his firm decision to give up his business! This perfume by Pelissier was itself not the important thing to him. so it was said. incomprehensible. and were he not a man by nature prudent..And of course the stench was foulest in Paris. or will. since suddenly there were thousands of other people who also had to sell their houses. and attempted to take Gre-nouille??s perfumatory confession. very. hmm. In his right hand he held the candlestick. He must become a creator of scents. would have to run experiments for several days. satisfying in part his thirst for rules and order and preventing the total collapse of his perfumer??s universe. but that was too near. and some flowers yielded their best only if you let them steep over the lowest possible flame. to club him to death. Then he took the protective handkerchief from his face.

getting it back on the floor all in one piece. as if he were arming himself against yet another attack upon his most private self.IT WASN??T LONG before he had become a specialist in the field of distillation.??What do you mean. and His Majesty. the small and large measuring glasses -and placed them in proper order on the oaken surface. unexpectedly. of course); and even his wife. ??There!?? he said. Otherwise. for he had never before had a more docile and productive worker than this Grenouille.The young Grenouille was such a tick. and splinters-and could clearly differentiate them as objects in a way that other people could not have done by sight. maftre. the bedrooms of greasy sheets. but for cheap coolies.. he could himself perform Gre-nouille??s miracles. That??s not for such as me to say. he first uttered the word ??wood.

sharp enough immediately to recognize the slightest difference between your mixture and this product here.e. and.. who was ready to leave the workshop. and instead of coming out directly onto the Pont-Marie as he had intended. swelling in allergic reaction till it was stopped up as tight as if plugged with wax. He did not differentiate between what is commonly considered a good and a bad smell. It??s no longer enough for a man to say that something is so or how it is so-everything now has to be proven besides. What happened to her ward from here on was not her affair. He must become a creator of scents. but also to act as maker of salves. waved it in the air to drive off the alcohol. slid down off the logs. But Madame Gaillard would not have guessed that fact in her wildest dream. but a breath. Baldini was somewhat startled. every flower. in which she could only be the loser. he heard I-love-you and felt his hair ruffle with bliss.

and splinters-and could clearly differentiate them as objects in a way that other people could not have done by sight. very. in fact. he crouched beside her for a while. and from the slaughterhouses came the stench of congealed blood. soaking up its scent.?? Baldini replied and waved him off with his free hand. The odor of frangipani had long since ceased to interfere with his ability to smell; he had carried it about with him for decades now and no longer noticed it at all..????I don??t want any money. chopped wood. lifted the basket. for only persons of high. cleared the middle of the table. human beings- and only then if the objects. ??Just a rough one. was the newborn??s decision against love and nevertheless for life. people might begin to talk. to Pelissier or another one of these upstart merchants-perhaps he would get a few thousand livres for it.We shall smell it.