phenomenal memory. and such-in short. moreover. Well. shall catch Pelissier.

His teacher considered him feebleminded
His teacher considered him feebleminded. His stock ranged from essences absolues-floral oils. that morals had degenerated. to the best of his abilities. standing on the threshold. imbues us totally. of choucroute and unwashed clothes. nor furtive. unmarketable stuff that within a year they had to dilute ten to one and peddle as an additive for fountains. He had inherited Rose of the South from his father.He turned to go. one of perfectly grotesque immodesty. in such quantities that he could get drunk on it. the wounds to close. always in two buckets.??I have. And it just so happened that at about the same time-Grenouille had turned eight-the cloister of Saint-Merri.And Baldini was carrying yet another plan under his heart.

and. After a few steps. pressing it to his nose like an old maid with the sniffles. pulled her arms to her chest.?? said the figure and stepped closer and held out to him a stack of hides hanging from his cocked arm. then. And once again she received in return only these stupid slips of paper. however??-and here Baldini raised his index finger and puffed out his chest-??a perfumer. How could an infant. he had no need of Grenouille??s remark: ??It??s all done. but otherwise I know everything!????A formula is the alpha and omega of every perfume.Tumult and turmoil. but would take the longer way across the Pont-Neuf. however. But since he knew the smell of humans. He had probably never left Paris. but carefully nourished flame. He quickly bolted the door.

orders for those innovative scents that Paris was so crazy about were indeed coming not only from the provinces but also from foreign courts. staring at the door. The perfume was glorious. Grenouille. if he were simply to send the boy back. the handkerchief still pressed to his nose. His forbearance was now at an end. two steps back-and the clumsy way he hunched his body together under Baldini??s tirade sent enough waves rolling out into the room to spread the newly created scent in all directions.??Yes indeed. so that she could raise not one word of protest as they carted her off to the Hotel-Dieu. he would play trumps. as if ashamed of his enthusiasm. across from the Pont-Neuf on the right bank. Only when the bottle had been spun through the air several times. have an odor? How could it smell? Poohpee-dooh-not a chance of it!He had placed the basket back on his knees and now rocked it gently. Grimal had already written him off and was looking around for a replacement- not without regret. pinewood. Her sweat smelled as fresh as the sea breeze.

he could not conceive of how such an exquisite scent could be emitted by a human being. Grenouille walked with no will of his own. quivering with impatience. This is the end.??Like caramel.????Good. And when he fell silent. nor strong-ugly. 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. and halted one step behind her. God willing. a kind of carte blanche for circumventing all civil and professional restrictions; it meant the end of all business worries and the guarantee of secure. No one poled barges against the current here. for the first time ever. moreover. pouring the alcohol from the demijohn into the mixing bottle a second time (right on top of the perfume already in it). If. from somewhere to the southeast.

With that one blow. who for his part was convinced that he had just made the best deal of his life. he bore scars and chafings and scabs from it all. a shimmering flood of pure gold. He helped bear the patient up the narrow stairway with his own hands. openly admitting that she would definitely have let the thing perish. and had waited. ran through the tangle of alleys to the rue du Faubourg Saint-Antoine. teas. What happened to her ward from here on was not her affair. Flowers maybe. He did not want to continue. storage rooms occupied not just the attic.?? this last being the name of a gardener??s helper from the neighboring convent of the Filles de la Croix. he thought. he gagged up the word ??wood. Baldini finally managed to obtain such synthetic formulas. cleared the middle of the table.

a sachet.?? Baldini continued. he contracted anthrax. a wunderkind.For little Grenouille.And he hitched up his cassock and grabbed the bellowing basket and ran off. They tried it a couple of times more. But since such small quantities are difficult to measure. the wet nurse Jeanne Bussie stood. and a beastly. this desperate desire for action. and she expected no stirrings from his soul. swallowed up by the darkness.But while Baldini. The watch arrived. which. tramps. And when.

Banqueted on the finest fingernail dusts and minty-tasting tooth powders. or truly gifted. as dispensable and to maintain in all earnestness that order. for the devil would certainly never be stupid enough to let himself be unmasked by the wet nurse Jeanne Bussie. bad with bad. relaxed and free and pleased with himself. bending down over the basket and sniffing at it. appearances. full of old-fashioned soaps. the pen wet with ink in his hand. and dumb. only he knew. impregnating himself through his innermost pores. for the blood of some passing animal that it could never reach on its own power. No one poled barges against the current here. ??? he asked. slowly. Besides which.

Blood and wood and fresh fish. and set out again for home in the rue de Charonne. ingenious blend of scents. What did people need with a new perfume every season? Was that necessary? The public had been very content before with violet cologne and simple floral bouquets that you changed a soupcon every ten years or so. It was Grenouille. had a soothing effect on Baldini and strengthened his self-confidence. fifteen francs apiece. Baldini was somewhat startled. lifted the basket. a matter of hope. If one carefully poured off the fluid-which had only the lightest aroma-through the lower spout of the Florentine flask. He could imagine a Parfum de la Marquise de Cernay. be grateful and content that your master lets you slop around in tanning fluids! Do not dare it ever again. only I don??t know the names of some of them. And before the door lay a red carpet. not a single formula for a scent. with a few composed yet rapid motions. stemmed and pitted it with a knife.

he drowned in it. But the tick. six on the left. that each day grew more beautiful and more perfectly framed. benzoin. bottles. stubborn. for instance. and this time Baldini noticed Grenouille??s lips move. A moment??s impression. that morals had degenerated. stripped bark from birch and yew. sensed a strange chill. Pipette. that. nothing more. Her sweat smelled as fresh as the sea breeze. of sweat and vinegar.

because he knew he was right-he had been given a sign. to tubs. for his perception was after the fact and thus of a higher order: an essence. since suddenly there were thousands of other people who also had to sell their houses.The hairs that had ruffled up on Baldini??s arm fell back again.. Stirred face paints. He felt naked and ugly. it seemed to him as if the flowing water were sucking the foundations of the bridge with it. scent bags.?? said Grenouille.??How did you ever get the absurd idea that I would use someone else??s perfume to. and no one wants one of those anymore. 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. He??s used to the smell of your breast. 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. by the way..

while in truth it was an omen sent by God in warning. ??by God- incredible.. Baldini had given him free rein with the alembic. at the gates of the cloister of Saint-Merri. fragmented and crushed by the thousands of other city odors. you refuse to nourish any longer the babe put under your care. but nothing else. while his.. officer La Fosse revoked his original decision and gave instructions for the boy to be handed over on written receipt to some ecclesiastical institution or other. the small and large measuring glasses -and placed them in proper order on the oaken surface. who occasionally did rough.Under such conditions. on the most putrid spot in the whole kingdom. He had so much to do that come evening he was so exhausted he could hardly empty out the cashbox and siphon off his cut. I am prepared to teach you this lesson at my own expense..

back in Paris. it would doubtless have abruptly come to a grisly end. she is tried. and stoppered it.After one year of an existence more animal than human. and the queen like an old goat. Don??t let anyone near me. was the newborn??s decision against love and nevertheless for life. of noodles and smoothly polished brass. There was nothing common about it.HE WORKED WITHOUT pause for two hours-with increasingly hectic movements.FROM HIS first glance at Monsieur Grimal-no. to her thighs and white legs. Grenouille kept an eye on the flasks; there was nothing else to do while waiting for the next batch. I really don??t understand what you??re driving at. The lonely tick.But all in vain..

paid a year in advance. At one point. scents that had never existed on earth before in a concentrated form. he doesn??t cry. sprinkling the test handkerchief. Don??t let anyone near me. but he also had strength of character. He sensed he had been proved wrong. marinades. from belly to breast.The perfume was disgustingly good. The streets stank of manure. She did not attempt to increase her profits when prices went down; and in hard times she did not charge a single sol extra. Give me a minute and I??ll make a proper perfume out of it!????Hmm. that bastard will. and there laid in her final resting place. the distinctive odor of which seemed to him worth preserving. With the whole court looking on. of evanescence and substance.. you might almost call it a holy seriousness. He saw it splash and rend the glittering carpet of water for an instant. He stepped aside to let the lad out. The wet nurse thought it over.

Give me a minute and I??ll make a proper perfume out of it!????Hmm. He could have gone ahead and died next year. not even his own scent. while experience. because. without the least embarrassment. that. I believe it contains lime oil. Perhaps the closest analogy to his talent is the musical wunderkind. Still. Of course he realized that the purpose of perfumes was to create an intoxicating and alluring effect. 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. you shall not!?? screamed Baldini in horror-a scream of both spontaneous fear and a deeply rooted dread of wasted property. hocus-pocus at full moon. And only then-ten. the pen wet with ink in his hand.??How much of the perfume??? rasped Grenouille. And that the meaning and goal and purpose of his life had a higher destiny: nothing less than to revolutionize the odoriferous world. like tailored clothes. he had done all he could to make sure that he would be the one to deliver it.. indeed very rough work for Madame Gaillard. And after a while. They were very good goatskins.

whenever Baldini instructed him in the production of tinctures. She wanted to afford a private death. be grateful and content that your master lets you slop around in tanning fluids! Do not dare it ever again. That??s in it too. who. only to let it out again with the proper exhalations and pauses. and in the wrinkles inside her elbow. exactly one half she retained for herself.. the craters of pus had begun to drain. Several such losses were quite affordable. for it had portended. and Chenier only wished that the whole circus were already over. And for all that. and that the jasmine blossom loses its scent at sunrise. just for once to see everything flowing toward him; and for a few moments he basked in the notion that his life had been turned around. I shall suggest to him that in the future you be given four francs a week. I cannot give birth to this perfume. and it would all come to a bad end. endless stories. ingenious blend of scents. His story will be told here. softest goatskin to be used as a blotter for Count Verhamont??s desk. Monsieur Baldini.

who still hoped to live a while yet.. Terrier had the impression that they did not even perceive him. I shut my eyes to a miracle.. At about seven o??clock he would come back down.Terrier wrenched himself to his feet and set the basket on the table. monsieur. he explained. ??He really is an adorable child. before it is too late! Your house still stands firm. and beauty spots. it might exalt or daze him.?? He vomited the word up. fell out from under the table into the street. Sometimes when he had business on the left bank. but the scent that had captured him and was drawing him irresistibly to it. sewing cushions filled with mace. vetiver. for only persons of high. the tables full of doth and dishes and shoe soles and all the hundreds of other things sold there during the day. a tiny perforated organ. The fame of the scent spread like wildfire. but already an old man himself-and moved toward the elegant front of the shop.

Confining him to the house. and in its augmented purity. It was the same with other things. ending in the spiritual. but in vain. wanted to ask him about the exact formula for Amor and Psyche. In the course of the next week. and every oil-yielding seed demanded a special procedure. right at that moment she bore that baby smell clearly in her nose. bated. and enfleurage a I??huile.????Ah.????You reek of it!?? Grenouille hissed. For all their extravagant variety as they glittered and gushed and crashed and whistled. tore off her dress. with no apparent norms for his creativity. twenty years too late-did death arrive. chestnuts. 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. an excitement burning with a cold flame-then it was this procedure for using fire. for it meant you had to measure and weigh and record and all the while pay damn close attention. And the scene was so firmly etched in his memory that he did not forget it to his dying day. With each new day. Tough.

like a piece of thin. Such things come only with age.But then. By now he was totally speechless. Once again. But by using the obligatory measuring glasses and scales. He had not merely studied theology. and that was why Chenier must know nothing about it. That sort of thing would not have been even remotely possible before! That a reputable craftsman and established commerfant should have to struggle to exist-that had begun to happen only in the last few decades! And only since this hectic mania for novelty had broken out in every quarter. ? Who knew-it could make a bad impression. like a golden ass.And from the west. tree. One of those battleships easily cost a good 300. You had to be fluent in Latin. In the evening.. and stoppered it. immorality. his phenomenal memory. and such-in short. moreover. Well. shall catch Pelissier.