Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

           Canhetalkalready,perhaps?Doeshetwitchandjerk?Doeshemovethingsaboutintheroom?Doessomeevilstenchcomefromhim?”“Hedoesn’tsmellatall,”saidthewetnurse.“Andthereyouhaveit!Thatisaclearsign.Ifhewerepossessedbythedevil,thenhewouldhavetostink.”Andtosoothethewetnurseandtoputhisowncouragetothetest,Terrierliftedthebasketandheldituptohisnose.“Ismellabsolutelynothingoutoftheordinary,”hesaidafterhehadsniffedforawhile,“reallynothingoutoftheordinary.Thoughitdoesappearasifthere’sanodorcomingfromhisdiapers.”Andheheldoutthebaskettohersothatshecouldconfirmhisopinion.“That’snotwhatImean,”-saidthewetnursepeevishly,shovingthebasketaway.“Idon’tmeanwhat’sinthediaper.Hissoilsmells,that’strueenough.Butit’sthebastardhimself,hedoesn’tsmell.”“Becausehe’shealthy,”Terriercried,“becausehe’shealthy,that’swhyhedoesn’tsmell!Onlysickbabiessmell,everyoneknowsthat.It’swellknownthatachildwiththepoxsmellslikehorsemanure,andonewithscarletfeverlikeoldapples,andaconsumptivechildsmellslikeonions.Heishealthy,that’sallthat’swrongwithhim.Doyouthinkheshouldstink?Doyourownchildrenstink?”“No,”saidthewetnurse.“Mychildrensmelllikehumanchildrenoughttosmell.”Terriercarefullyplacedthebasketbackontheground,forhecouldsenserisingwithinhimthefirstwavesofhisangeratthisobstinatefemale.