Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 2

           Itwaspossiblethathewouldneedtomovebotharmsmorefreelyasthedebateprogressed,andhedidn’twanttheinfanttobeharmedintheprocess.Butforthepresent,heknottedhishandsbehindhisback,shovedhistaperingbellytowardthewetnurse,andaskedsharply,“Youmaintain,then,thatyouknowhowahumanchild-whichmayIremindyou,onceitisbaptized,isalsoachildofGod-issupposedtosmell?”“Yes,”saidthewetnurse.“Andyoufurthermaintainthat,ifitdoesnotsmellthewayyou-you,thewetnurseJeanneBussiefromtherueSaint-Denis!-thinkitoughttosmell,itisthereforeachildofthedevil?”Heswunghislefthandoutfrombehindhisbackandmenacinglyheldthequestionmarkofhisindexfingerinherface.Thewetnursethoughtitover.Shewasnothappythattheconversationhadallatonceturnedintoatheologicalcross-examination,inwhichshecouldonlybetheloser.“That’snotwhatImeanttosay,”sheansweredevasively.“Youpriestswillhavetodecidewhetherallthishasanythingtodowiththedevilornot,FatherTerrier.That’snotforsuchasmetosay.Ionlyknowonething:thisbabymakesmyfleshcreepbecauseitdoesn’tsmellthewaychildrenoughttosmell.”“Aha,”saidTerrierwithsatisfaction,lettinghisarmswingawayagain.“Youretractallthataboutthedevil,doyou?Good.Butnowbesokindastotellme:whatdoesababysmelllikewhenhesmellsthewayyouthinkheoughttosmell?Well?”“Hesmellsgood,”saidthewetnurse.“Whatdoyoumean,‘good’?”Terrierbellowedather.

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