Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 3

           That’showitis,that’sallWasn’titHoracehimselfwhowrote,“Theyouthisgamyasabuck,themaiden’sfragranceblossomsasdoesthewhitenarcissus…”?-andtheRomansknewallaboutthat!Theodorofhumansisalwaysafleshlyodor-thatis,asinfulodor.Howcouldaninfant,whichdoesnotyetknowsineveninitsdreams,haveanodor?Howcoulditsmell?Poohpee-dooh-notachanceofit!Hehadplacedthebasketbackonhiskneesandnowrockeditgently.Thebabestillsleptsoundly.Itsrightfist,smallandred,stuckoutfromunderthecoverandnowandthentwitchedsweetlyagainsthischeek.Terriersmiledandsuddenlyfeltverycozy.Foramomentheallowedhimselfthefantasticthoughtthathewasthefatherofthechild.Hehadnotbecomeamonk,butratheranormalcitizen,anupstandingcraftsmanperhaps,hadtakenawife,awarmwifefragrantwithmilkandwool,andhadproducedasonwithherandhewasrockinghimherenowonhisownknees,hisownchild,poohpoohpoohpeedooh…Thethoughtofitmadehimfeelgood.Therewassomethingsonormalandrightabouttheidea.Afatherrockinghissononhisknees,poohpeedooh,avisionasoldastheworlditselfandyetalwaysnewandnormal,aslongastheworldwouldexist,ahyes!Terrierfelthisheartglowwithsentimentalcoziness.Thenthechildawoke.Itsnoseawokefirst.Thetinynosemoved,pushedupward,andsniffed.Itsuckedairinandsnorteditbackoutinshortpuffs,likeanimperfectsneeze.Thenthenosewrinkledup,andthechildopeneditseyes.

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