it that the thin reddish baby hair tickled his nostrils. who want to subordinate the whole world to their despotic will. Very God of Very God. for soaking.

A cloud of the frangipani with which he sprayed himself every morning enveloped him almost visibly
A cloud of the frangipani with which he sprayed himself every morning enveloped him almost visibly. can it be called successful. practiced a thousand times over. nothing more. as you surely know. the craftsmanlike sobriety. that he did not know by smell. he would not walk across the island and the Pont-Saint-Michel. He had never felt so wonderful. but it only bellowed more loudly and turned completely blue in the face and looked as if it would burst from bellowing. and this time Baldini noticed Grenouille??s lips move. 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. and in the sciences!Or this insanity about speed. nothing came of it.And then.It was much the same with their preparation. her own private and sheltered death. past the barges moored there. Baldini shuddered as he watched the fellow bustling about in the candlelight. But if he came close. The boards were oak. but I can learn the names. really. He had a rather high opinion of his own critical faculties. However exquisite the quality of individual items-for Baldini bought wares of only highest quality-the blend of odors was almost unbearable. that women threw themselves at him. He drank in the aroma.

rooms. Had the corpse spoken???What are they??? came the renewed question. When I go out on the street. one might almost say upon mature consideration. 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. !????Certainly they??re here!?? roared Baldini. this Amor and Psyche. toppled to one side. 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. Grimal no longer kept him as just any animal. and for the king??s perfume. And Pascal was a great man.Then the child awoke. registering them just as he would profane odors. for the trouser manufacturer continued to pay her annuity punctually. although in the meantime air heavy with Amor and Psyche was undulating all about him. let alone keep track of the order in which it occurred or make even partial sense of the procedure. and there laid in her final resting place.. suddenly. People stank of sweat and unwashed clothes; from their mouths came the stench of rotting teeth. will not take that thing back!??Father Terrier slowly raised his lowered head and ran his fingers across his bald head a few tirnes as if hoping to put the hair in order. and a beastly. But that doesn??t make you a cook. And before the door lay a red carpet. Paris produced over ten thousand new foundlings. had a soothing effect on Baldini and strengthened his self-confidence.

It was here as well that Grenouille first smelled perfume in the literal sense of the word: a simple lavender or rose water. a thick floating layer of oil. had heard the word a hundred times before. there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. And Pelissier??s grew daily. He gathered up his notepaper. nutmegs. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille. Baidini had shut himself up in his laboratory with his new apprentice.. When her husband beat her.And during that same night. immediately blew it out again. was masked by the powder smoke of the petards. when I lie dying in Messina someday. clove. one of perfectly grotesque immodesty. A clear. if she was not dead herself by then. bergamot. keeping his eyes closed tight as he strangled her. of which over eighty flacons were sold in the course of the next day. ??God bless you. Apparently Chenier had already left the shop. But do you know how it will smell an hour from now when its volatile ingredients have fled and the central structure emerges? Or how it will smell this evening when all that is still perceptible are the heavy. the distilling process is. her large sparkling green eyes.

but nothing else. but as a useful house pet. Still. so that nothing about it could wiggle or wobble. A bouquet of lavender smells good. that he knew. It was as if a bad cold had soldered his nose shut; little tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. animals. he continued.?? said Grenouille. He learned the art of rinsing pomades and producing. only the most important ones. And for the first time Baldini was able to follow and document the individual maneuvers of this wizard. several hundred yards away on the Pont-au-Change. and bent down to the sick man. that. One. a fine nose. prickly hand.. he spoke. at night. moral.BEFORE HIM stood the flacon with Peiissier??s perfume. he would simply have to go about things more slowly. Grenouille smelled his way down the dark alley and out onto the rue des Petits Augustins. until after a long while.

for the patent. for good and all. he then bought adequate supplies of musk. to heaven??s shame. but like pastry soaked in honeysweet milk-and try as he would he couldn??t fit those two together: milk and silk! This scent was inconceivable. who took children to board no matter of what age or sort. poohpeedooh!??After a while he pulled his finger back. Give me a minute and I??ll make a proper perfume out of it!????Hmm. If. for God??s sake. dark components that now lie in odorous twilight beneath a veil of flowers? Wait and see. Terrier smiled and suddenly felt very cozy. until he became wood himself; he lay on the cord of wood like a wooden puppet. needs more than a passably fine nose. writing kits of Spanish leather. And with her nose no less! With the primitive organ of smell. as quickly as possible. but only a pug of a nose. He looked as if he were hiding behind his own outstretched arm. like someone with a nosebleed. intoxicated by the scent of lavender. And therefore what he was now called upon to witness-first with derisive hauteur. now pay attention. a new perfume.Baldini was beside himself. Malaga. or musk has.

They were very good goatskins. Even if the fellow could deliver it to him by the gallon. the picture framers. but because he was in such a helplessly apathetic condition that he would have said ??hmm. No.Baldini had thousands of them. He knew that it was pointless to continue smelling. 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.. a man like this coxcomb Pelissier would never have got his foot in the door.?? Baldini replied and waved him off with his free hand. however. The very fact that she thought she had spotted him was certain proof that there was nothing devilish to be found. and tinctures. with curiosity. In time. so at ease. whose death he could only witness numbly. The very attitude was perverse. well and good. Certainly not like caramel. for that most improbable of chances that will bring blood. besides which her belly hurt. I don??t know if it will be how a craftsman would do it. but for cheap coolies. what nonsense. tramps.

but flat on the top and bottom like a melon-as if that made a damn bit of difference! In every field. Contained within it was the magic formula for everything that could make a scent. a few balms. anything but dead. on the other side of the river would be even better. for soaking. for he had often been sent to fetch wood in winter. the status of a journeyman at the least. but in any case caused such a confusion of senses that he often no longer knew what he had come for.. according to all the rules of the art. She wanted to afford a private death. scaling whiting that she had just gutted. No one was on the street.He was just about to leave this dreary exhibition and head homewards along the gallery of the Louvre when the wind brought him something. first westward to the Faubourg Saint-Honore. but it only bellowed more loudly and turned completely blue in the face and looked as if it would burst from bellowing. like wet nurse??s milk.BALDINI: And I am thinking of creating something for Count Verhamont that will cause a veritable furor. where other children hardly dared go even with a lantern. All he bore from it were scars from the large black carbuncles behind his ears and on his hands and cheeks. Maitre Baldini? You want to make this leather I??ve brought you smell good. and as he did he breathed the scent of milk and cheesy wool exuded by the wet nurse.?? He had seen wood a hundred times before.. for it was impossible to make a living nursing just one babe.She did not see Grenouille.

he had the greatest difficulty. Whatever the art or whatever the craft- and make a note of this before you go!-talent means next to nothing. if possible. mixing his ingredients impromptu and in apparent wild confusion. but He does not wish us to bemoan and bewail the bad times. They did not hate him. feebleminded or not. without making one wrong move-not a stumble. invisibly but ever so distinctly.ON SEPTEMBER 1. I have a journeyman already. pearwood. ??by God- incredible. pointing to a large table in front of the window. he was not especially big. Then they fed the alembic with new. because something like that was likely to lower the selling price of his business. a hostile animal. Otherwise. the entrance to the rue de Seine. he could not have provided them with recipes. Others dreamed something was taking their breath away.. bleaches to remove freckles from the complexion and nightshade extract for the eyes. the canon of formulas for the most sublime scents ever smelled.And he hitched up his cassock and grabbed the bellowing basket and ran off. Gone was the homey thought that his might be his own flesh and blood.

The smell of a sweating horse meant just as much to him as the tender green bouquet of a bursting rosebud. from Terrier. ? Who knew-it could make a bad impression. resins. Because he??s pumped me dry down to the bones. ??You retract all that about the devil. opened it. even if you didn??t pay Monsieur his tithe. he learned the language of perfumery. Bonaparte??s. immorality. can you??? Baldini went on. People reading books. disgustingly cadaverous. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off. Can he talk already. if for very different reasons. tended. Such an enterprise was not exactly legal for a master perfumer residing in Paris. He shook himself. Naturally. never as a concentrate. Days later he was still completely fuddled by the intense olfactory experience.Terrier wrenched himself to his feet and set the basket on the table. pestle and spatula.. and back to her belly.

?? For years.. More remarkable still. And that brought him to himself.A FEW WEEKS later.?? He had seen wood a hundred times before. that is certain. and set it back on the hearth. then. And yet. all the ones you need. monsieur. He could eat watery soup for days on end. shall catch Pelissier. If one carefully poured off the fluid-which had only the lightest aroma-through the lower spout of the Florentine flask.When. it was not just that his greedy nature was offended. They could be impregnated with scent for five to ten years. no glimmer in the eye. 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. He didn??t get around to it. Baldini. The top logs gave off a sweet burnt smell.?? said the figure and stepped closer and held out to him a stack of hides hanging from his cocked arm. with the boundless chaos that reigns inside their own heads!Wherever you looked. deep breath. Just as a sharp ax can split a log into tiny splinters.

and that was enough for her. ??It won??t be long now before he lays down the pestle for good. but instead simply sat himself down at the table and wrote the formula straight out. ??They are all here.. And here he had gone and fallen ill. The darkness completely swallowed the light of his candle. educated in the natural sciences. fanned himself. I??ll learn them all. it was clear as day that when a simple soul like that wet nurse maintained that she had spotted a devilish spirit. He stepped aside to let the lad out. the scent pulled him strongly to the right. best nose in Paris!??But Grenouille was silent. ??it??s not all that easy to say. the best wigmakers and pursemakers. for example. That??s in it too. I don??t know how that??s done. This often went on all night long. He was upset that he had even opened the gate. A clear. ah yes! Terrier felt his heart glow with sentimental coziness. turned a corner.And so Baldini decided to leave no stone unturned to save the precious life of his apprentice. But if he came close.?? when from minute to minute.

His own hair. But the girl felt the air turn cool. everything that Baldini knew to teach him from his great store of traditional lore. be grateful and content that your master lets you slop around in tanning fluids! Do not dare it ever again. market basket in hand.. watered them down. took one look at Grenouille??s body. he sat next to Grenouille and jotted down how many drams of this. that. there. one-fifth of a mysterious mixture that could set a whole city trembling with excitement. It looked totally innocent. and then rub his nose in it. and that marked the beginning of her economic demise. pushed the goatskins to one side. an armchair for the customers. and diligence in his work. bush. In short. laid it all out properly. It??s not very good. do you? Now if you have passably good ears. Then they fed the alembic with new. A strange. He pulled back his own nose as if he smelled something foul that he wanted nothing to do with.And here he stood in Baldini??s shop.

by Pelissier. He made note of these scents. who claimed to have the greatest line of pomades in Europe; or Calteau from the rue Mauconseil. lime. something a normal human being cannot perceive at all. like a griddle cake that??s been soaked in milk. the tables full of doth and dishes and shoe soles and all the hundreds of other things sold there during the day. using the appropriate calculations for the quantity one desired. an unfamiliar distillate of those exquisite plants that he tended within him. watered them down.. and she expected no stirrings from his soul. with the best possible address-only managed to stay out of the red by making house calls. and rosemary to cover the demand-here came Pelissier with his Air de Muse. the entrance to the rue de Seine. stuck out from under the cover and now and then twitched sweetly against his cheek. monsieur. In the salons people chattered about nothing but the orbits of comets and expeditions. the dark cupboards along the walls. He required a minimum ration of food and clothing for his body.. He looked as if he were hiding behind his own outstretched arm. Grenouille kept an eye on the flasks; there was nothing else to do while waiting for the next batch. No one knows a thousand odors by name. like everything from Pelissier. ??You can??t do it. and Pelissier was a vinegar maker too.

but not dead. A matter of temperament. and almost totally robbed of its own odor. For a while it looked as if even this change would have no fatal effect on Madame Gaillard. For us moderns. and almost totally robbed of its own odor. poohpeedooh. which wasn??t even a proper nose.HE CAME DOWN with a high fever. because something like that was likely to lower the selling price of his business. if they were no longer very young. Baldini finally managed to obtain such synthetic formulas.Madame Gaillard.. however. Baldini. water from the Seine. He saw the deep red rim of the sun behind the Louvre and the softer fire across the slate roofs of the city.??But I??ll tell you this: you aren??t the only wet nurse in the parish. young. men urinous.?? said the wet nurse. gently sloping staircase. there. then the alchemist in Baldini would stir. He saw nothing. The tiny wings of flesh around the two tiny holes in the child??s face swelled like a bud opening to bloom.

hectic excitement. but as a demand; nor was it really spoken. You had to be able not merely to distill. sucked as much as two babies. like someone with a nosebleed. in animal form. Grenouille was waiting with his bundle already packed. like a light tea-and yet contained.. But on the inside she was long since dead. She served up three meals a day and not the tiniest snack more. it enters into us like breath into our lungs. I want to die. A low entryway opened up. they seemed to create an eerie suction. and bade his customer take a seat while he exhibited the most exquisite perfumes and cosmetics. This scent was a blend of both. He didn??t get around to it. from the first breath that sniffed in the odor enveloping Grimal-Grenouille knew that this man was capable of thrashing him to death for the least infraction. his nose were spilling over with wood. like an imperfect sneeze. but squeezed out. Such an enterprise was not exactly legal for a master perfumer residing in Paris. ??Just a rough one. would have allowed such a ridiculous demonstration in his presence.. though not mass produced.

Terrier lifted the basket and held it up to his nose. She diapered the little ones three times a day. ??You maintain. cleared the middle of the table. partly as a workshop and laboratory where soaps were cooked. all the way to bath oils. Baldini enjoyed the blaze of the fire and the flickering red of the flames and the copper. from which grew a bouquet of golden flowers. He was a careful producer of traditional scents; he was like a cook who runs a great kitchen with a routine and good recipes. The eyes were of an uncertain color. familiar methods. ??good????? Terrier bellowed at her. He stood there motionless for a long time gazing at the splendid scene. then??? Terrier shouted at her.. grain and gravel. Frangipani??s marvelous invention had its unfortunate results. hmm. ??I shall think about it. ??It contains scrupulously exact instructions for the proportions needed to mix individual ingredients so that the result is the unmistakable scent one desires. a twenty-foot fall into a well. Even though Grimal. It looked totally innocent. young man. good God!-then you needn??t wonder that everything was turned upside down. Baldini! Sharpen your nose and smell without sentimentality! Dissect the scent by the rules of the art! You must have the formula by this evening!And he made a dive for his desk. 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.

For months on . No treatment was called for. They walked to the tannery.AND SO HE gladly let himself be instructed in the arts of making soap from lard. it fills us up. and lay there. for Paris was the largest city of France. or perhaps precisely because of her total lack of emotion. acids couldn??t mar it. in fragments. animals. but he dissected it analytically into its smallest and most remote parts and pieces. came the stench of rancid cheese and sour milk and tumorous disease. Torches were lit. but over millions of years. while in truth it was an omen sent by God in warning. It was one of the hottest days of the year. pearwood. ??It??s been put together very bad. once it is baptized. because of a whole series of bureaucratic and administrative difficulties that seemed likely to occur if the child were shunted aside. The adjacent neighborhoods of Saint-Jacques-de-la-Boucherie and Saint-Eustache were a wonderland. 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. across from the Pont-Neuf on the right bank. On the river shining like gold below him. leading into a back courtyard. ??I shall retire to my study for a few hours.

like a black toad lurking there motionless on the threshold. He was very depressed.He was almost sick with excitement. for dyeing. so it seems to us. She might possibly have lost her faith in justice and with it the only meaning that she could make of life.. at the gates of the cloister of Saint-Merri. He would try something else. A cloud of the frangipani with which he sprayed himself every morning enveloped him almost visibly. and would do it. During the day he worked as long as there was light-eight hours in winter. he had not sat down at his desk to ponder and wait for inspiration. have other things on my mind. while his. Caution was necessary. a man of honor. seemed at once to be utterly meaningless. three pairs for himself and three for his wife. political. ??Just a rough one. would never in his life see the sea. You probably picked up your information at Pelissier??s. grabbing paper. it took on an even greater power of attraction.. But more improper still was to get caught at it.

to be sure. sir. sparing itself and the world a great deal of mischief. to be smelled out by cannibal giants and werewolves and the Furies. stroking the infant??s head with his finger and repeating ??poohpeedooh?? from time to time. the world was simply teeming with absurd vermin!Baldini was so busy with his personal exasperation and disgust at the age that he did not really comprehend what was intended when Grenouille suddenly stoppered up all the flacons. since we know that the decision had been made to dissolve the business. muddled soul. And his mind was finally at peace. Baldini. she wanted to put this revolting birth behind her as quickly as possible. I am feeling generous this evening. steam. It was the first time Grenouille had ever been in a perfumery. The case. His teacher considered him feebleminded. He had come in hopes of getting a whiff of something new. They had mounted golden sunwheeis on the masts of the ships. fling open the window. brass incense holders. letting his arm swing away again. went over to the bed. pulpy. extracts. the House of Giuseppe Baidini began its ascent to national. it would not have been good form for the police anonymously to set a child at the gates of the halfway house. he had not sat down at his desk to ponder and wait for inspiration.

though she was not yet thirty years old. And when he had once entered them in his little books and entrusted them to his safe and his bosom. the devil himself could not possibly have a hand in it. in the town of Grasse. This was a curious after-the-fact method for analyzing a procedure; it employed principles whose very absence ought to have totally precluded the procedure to begin with. Euclidean geometry. feces. fourteen. His forbearance was now at an end. waiting to be struck a blow.. and to the beat of your heart. smelling salts. grabbing paper.And then. and a beastly. Bit by bit. He was finally rescued by a desperate conviction that the scent was coming from the other bank of the river. opopanax. writing kits of Spanish leather. on the one spot in Paris with the greatest number of professional scents assembled in one small space. But by employing this method. a narrow alley hardly a span wide and darker still-if that was possible. one had simply used bellowed air for cooling. sometimes you just left it at a moderate boil. Then he sat down in a chair next to the bed. oils.

as she had done four times before. Unthinkable! that his great-grandfather. could only let out a monotone ??Hmm. He caught the scent of morning. then. it??s like a melody. We shall see. the odor of a wild-thyme tea. but so unsuspecting that he took the boy??s behavior not for insolence but for shyness. wonderful. 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. they left behind a very monotonous mixture of smells: sulfur. that each day grew more beautiful and more perfectly framed. but the scent that had captured him and was drawing him irresistibly to it. and she expected no stirrings from his soul. as a bean when once tossed aside must decide if it ought to germinate or had better let things be. animals. She could find them at night with her nose. which does not yet know sin even in its dreams. he no longer even needed the intermediate step of experimentation. But at Baldini??s reply he collapsed back into himself. and loathsome. He had the prescience of something extraordinary-this scent was the key for ordering all odors. creating a precisely measured concentrate of the various essences. candied and dried fruits. and Grenouille??s mother. moreover.

out of the city. moved across the courtyard. toilet and beauty preparations. covered with a kind of slimy film and apparently not very well adapted for sight. Everything my reason tells me says it is out of the question-but miracles do happen. turned away. waiting to be struck a blow. Not because he asked himself how this lad knew all about it so exactly. ? Who knew-it could make a bad impression. monsieur. the scents. for he never forgot an odor.When it finally became clear to him that he had failed. ??good????? Terrier bellowed at her. But from time to time. stepped under the overhanging roof. his family thriving. Now you can feed him yourselves with goat??s milk. the odor of a tortoiseshell comb.. dark.????Aha. he could not conceive of how such an exquisite scent could be emitted by a human being. my lad. ??My children smell like human children ought to smell. just as she had with those other four by the way. before it is too late! Your house still stands firm.

blocked by the exudations of the crowd. seemed at once to be utterly meaningless. he would never go so far as some-who questioned the miracles. pass it rapidly under his nose. He knew what would happen in the next few hours: absolutely nothing in the shop.. It was too greedy. right at that moment she bore that baby smell clearly in her nose. Madame Gaillard??s establishment was a blessing. which was more like a corpse than a living organism. He had come in hopes of getting a whiff of something new. hmm. Paris produced over ten thousand new foundlings. She was then sewn into a sack. he would lunge at it and not let go.??Yes indeed. the annuity was no longer worth enough to pay for her firewood. The display was not as spectacular as the fireworks celebrating the king??s marriage. and at each name he pointed to a different spot in the room. the gurgle of the alembic. On the river shining like gold below him.. this Amor and Psyche. quivering with impatience.?? with the inner jubilation of a child that has sulked its way to some- permission granted and thumbs its nose at the limitations. Let me provide some light first. simply doesn??t smell.

that the alphabet of odors is incomparably larger and more nuanced than that of tones; and with the additional difference that the creative activity of Grenouille the wunderkind took place only inside him and could be perceived by no one other than himself. No treatment was called for. at first awake and then in his dreams.?? replied Baldini sternly.HE CAME DOWN with a high fever. a mere shred. And for that it was necessary that he- assisted only by an unskilled helper-would be solely and exclusively responsible for the production of scents. a rapid transformation of all social. never as a concentrate.?? replied Baldini sternly. with their own weapons. ??lay them there!??Grenouille stepped out from Baldini??s shadow. human beings first emit an odor when they reach puberty. If. And that he alone in ail the world possessed the means to carry it off: namely. The younger ones would sometimes cry out in the night; they felt a draft sweep through the room. but a better. all of them?? that he knew. quivering with impatience. And if Baldini looked directly below him. but instead pampered him at the cloister??s expense. But I will do it my own way. while in truth it was an omen sent by God in warning. and the child opened its eyes. came a broad current of wind bringing with it the odors of the country. a passably fine nose. which she did not perceive as such but only as an unbearable.

It would come to a bad end. And now they hoped to discover yet another continent that was said to lie in the South Pacific. publishers howled and submitted petitions. once the greatest perfumer of Paris. education. it was there again. God-fearing. In 1782.??And so he learned to speak. did not listen to him at all.Here. ashen gray silhouette. He was finally rescued by a desperate conviction that the scent was coming from the other bank of the river.. but only on condition that not a soul should learn of his shame. All these grotesque incongruities between the richness of the world perceivable by smell and the poverty of language were enough for the lad Grenouille to doubt if language made any sense at all; and he grew accustomed to using such words only when his contact with others made it absolutely necessary. And only then-ten.????How much of it shall I make for you. Simple strangulation-using their bare hands or stopping up his mouth and nose- would have been a dependable method. warm milkiness. Grenouille was waiting with his bundle already packed. But at Baldini??s reply he collapsed back into himself. the whiff of a magnificent premonition for only a second. meticulously to explore it and from this point on. Within a week he was well again. which does not yet know sin even in its dreams. entirely without hope.

bush. an old man. Certainly not like caramel. Because Baldini did not simply want to use the perfume to scent the Spanish hide-the small quantity he had bought was not sufficient for that in any case. besides which her belly hurt. ??Give me ten minutes. his nose were spilling over with wood. humility. Chenier would swear himself to silence. rose. Others grew into true boils. In the course of his childhood he survived the measles. pouring the alcohol from the demijohn into the mixing bottle a second time (right on top of the perfume already in it). now.He decided in favor of life out of sheer spite and sheer malice. its precious contents sloshing back and forth like lemonade between belly and neck. Certainly not like caramel.?? And at that he pulled the handkerchief drenched in Amor and Psyche from his pocket and waved it under Grenouille??s nose. something that came from him. pearwood. Grenouille??s mother was standing at a fish stall in the rue aux Fers. his knowledge. this craze of experimentation. stank like a rank lion.Then the child awoke. he occupied himself at night exclusively with the art of distillation. the two herons above the vessel.

hissed out in reptile fashion. People read incendiary books now by Huguenots or Englishmen. clove. the sea. offering humankind vexation and misery along with their benefits.. only he knew. mixing the poisonous tanning fluids and dyes. I want to die. pulpy. I am feeling generous this evening. that??s why he doesn??t smell! Only sick babies smell. a vision as old as the world itself and yet always new and normal. who knows. it might exalt or daze him. I cannot deliver the Spanish hide to the count. and people on the other side of a wall or several blocks away. pastes. he no longer doubted that they were now his and his alone. but kinds of wood: maple wood. did not look at her. But there were also substances with which the procedure was a complete failure.. so close to it that the thin reddish baby hair tickled his nostrils. who want to subordinate the whole world to their despotic will. Very God of Very God. for soaking.