Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 24

           Hethoughtthatthiswasonlyastoppingplaceonthewaytoeverpurerair,andheturnedfullcircleandlethisnosemoveacrossthevastpanoramaofthevolcanicwilderness:totheeast,wherethebroadhighplainofSaint-FlourandthemarshesoftheRiouRiverlay;tothenorth,totheregionfromwhichhehadcomeandwherehehadwanderedfordaysthroughpittedlimestonemountains;tothewest,fromwherethesoftwindofmorningbroughthimnothingbutthesmellsofstoneandtoughgrass;finallytothesouth,wherethefoothillsofthePlombstretchedformilestothedarkgorgesoftheTruyere.Everywhere,ineverydirection,humanitylayequallyremotefromhim,andastepinanydirectionwouldhavemeantcloserproximitytohumanbeings.Thecompassspunabout.Itnolongerprovidedorientation.Grenouillewasathisgoal.Andatthesametimehewastakencaptive.Asthesunrose,hewasstillstandingonthesamespot,hisnosehelduptotheair.Withadesperateefforthetriedtogetawhiffofthedirectionfromwhichthreateninghumanitycame,andoftheoppositedirectiontowhichhecouldfleestillfarther.Heassumedthatinwhateverdirectionheturnedheoughttodetectsomelatentscrapofhumanodor.Buttherewasnothing.Heretherewasonlypeace,olfactorypeace,ifitcanbeputthatway.Spreadallabout,asifsoftlyrustling,laynothingbutthedrifting,homogeneousodorofdeadstones,ofgraylichen,andofwitheredgrasses-nothingelse.Grenouilleneededaverylongtimetobelievewhathewasnotsmelling.Hewasnotpreparedforhisgoodluck

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