Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 29

           Withinafewyardshewasfullyengulfedindarkness,buthefoundhiswayasifbybrightestdaylight.Hehadgonedownthispathmanythousandsoftimes,kneweverystepandeveryturn,couidsmelleverylow-hangingjutofrockandeverytinyprotrudingstone.Itwasnothardtofindtheway.Whatwashardwasfightingbackthememoryoftheclaustrophobicdreamrisinghigherandhigherwithinhimlikeafloodtidewitheverystephetook.Buthewasbrave.Thatistosay,hefoughtthefearofknowingwiththefearofnotknowing,andhewonthebattle,becauseheknewhehadnochoice.Whenhehadreachedtheendofthetunnel,therewheretherockslideslantedupwards,bothfearsfellawayfromhim.Hefeltcalm,hismindwasquiteclearandhisnosesharpasascalpel.Hesquatteddown,laidhishandsoverhiseyes,andsmelled.Hereonthisspot,inthisremotestonygrave,hehadlainforsevenyears.Theremustbesomesmellofhimhere,ifanywhereinthisworld.Hebreathedslowly.Heanalyzedexactly.Heallowedhimselftimetocometoajudgment.Hesquattedthereforaquarterofanhour.Hismemorywasinfallible,andheknewpreciselyhowthisspothadsmelledsevenyearsbefore:stonyandmoist,salty,cool,andsopurethatnolivingcreature,manorbeast,couldeverhaveenteredtheplace…whichwasexactlyhowitsmellednow.Hecontinuedtosquatthereforawhile,quitecalm,simplynoddinghisheadgently.Thenheturnedaroundandwalked,atfirsthuncheddown,butwhentheheightofthetunnelallowedit,erect,outintotheopenair

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