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As
they
dried
they
would
hardly
shrink
,
and
when
correctly
pared
they
would
become
supple
again
;
he
could
feel
that
at
once
just
by
pressing
one
between
his
thumb
and
index
finger
.
They
could
be
impregnated
with
scent
for
five
to
ten
years
.
They
were
very
,
very
good
hides-perhaps
he
could
make
gloves
from
them
,
three
pairs
for
himself
and
three
for
his
wife
,
for
the
trip
to
Messina.He
pulled
back
his
hand
.
He
was
touched
by
the
way
this
worktable
looked
:
everything
lay
ready
,
the
glass
basin
for
the
perfume
bath
,
the
glass
plate
for
drying
,
the
mortars
for
mixing
the
tincture
,
pestle
and
spatula
,
brush
and
parer
and
shears
.
It
was
as
if
these
things
were
only
sleeping
because
it
was
dark
and
would
come
to
life
in
the
morning
.
Should
he
perhaps
take
the
table
with
him
to
Messina
?
And
a
few
of
the
tools
,
only
the
most
important
ones
...
?
You
could
sit
and
work
very
nicely
at
this
table
.
The
boards
were
oak
,
and
legs
as
well
,
and
it
was
cross-braced
,
so
that
nothing
about
it
could
wiggle
or
wobble
,
acids
could
n't
mar
it
,
or
oils
or
slips
of
a
knife-but
it
would
cost
a
fortune
to
take
it
with
him
to
Messina
!
Even
by
ship
!
And
therefore
it
would
be
sold
,
the
table
would
be
sold
tomorrow
,
and
everything
that
lay
on
it
,
under
it
,
and
beside
it
would
be
sold
as
well
!
Because
he
,
Baldini
,
might
have
a
sentimental
heart
,
but
he
also
had
strength
of
character
,
and
so
he
would
follow
through
on
his
decision
,
as
difficult
as
that
was
to
do
;
he
would
give
it
all
up
with
tears
in
his
eyes
,
but
he
would
do
it
nonetheless
,
because
he
knew
he
was
right-he
had
been
given
a
sign.He
turned
to
go
.
There
at
the
door
stood
this
little
deformed
person
he
had
almost
forgotten
about
.
"
They
're
fine
,
"
Baldini
said
.
"
Tell
your
master
that
the
skins
are
fine
.
I
'll
come
by
in
the
next
few
days
and
pay
for
them
.
""
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
Grenouille
,
but
stood
where
he
was
,
blocking
the
way
for
Baldini
,
who
was
ready
to
leave
the
workshop
.
Baldini
was
somewhat
startled
,
but
so
unsuspecting
that
he
took
the
boy
's
behavior
not
for
insolence
but
for
shyness
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Is
there
something
else
I
can
do
for
you
?
Well
?
Speak
up
!
"
Grenouille
stood
there
cowering
and
gazing
at
Baldini
with
a
look
of
apparent
timidity
,
but
which
in
reality
came
from
a
cunning
intensity
.
"
I
want
to
work
for
you
,
Maitre
Baldini
.
Work
for
you
,
here
in
your
business
.
"
It
was
not
spoken
as
a
request
,
but
as
a
demand
;
nor
was
it
really
spoken
,
but
squeezed
out
,
hissed
out
in
reptile
fashion
.
And
once
again
,
Baldini
misread
Grenouille
's
outrageous
self-confidence
as
boyish
awkwardness
.
He
gave
him
a
friendly
smile
.
"
You
're
a
tanner
's
apprentice
,
my
lad
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
have
no
use
for
a
tanner
's
apprentice
.
I
have
a
journeyman
already
,
and
I
do
n't
need
an
apprentice
.
""
You
want
to
make
these
goatskins
smell
good
,
Maitre
Baldini
?
You
want
to
make
this
leather
I
've
brought
you
smell
good
,
do
n't
you
?
"
Grenouille
hissed
,
as
if
he
had
paid
not
the
least
attention
to
Baldini
's
answer
.
"
Yes
indeed
,
"
said
Baldini
.
"
With
Amor
and
Psyche
by
Pelissier
?
"
Grenouille
asked
,
cowering
even
more
than
before.At
that
,
a
wave
of
mild
terror
swept
through
Baldini
's
body
.
Not
because
he
asked
himself
how
this
lad
knew
all
about
it
so
exactly
,
but
simply
because
the
boy
had
said
the
name
of
the
wretched
perfume
that
had
defeated
his
efforts
at
decoding
today
.
"
How
did
you
ever
get
the
absurd
idea
that
I
would
use
someone
else
's
perfume
to
...
""
You
reek
of
it
!
"
Grenouille
hissed
.
"
You
have
it
on
your
forehead
,
and
in
your
right
coat
pocket
is
a
handkerchief
soaked
with
it
.
It
's
not
very
good
,
this
Amor
and
Psyche
,
it
's
bad
,
there
's
too
much
bergamot
and
too
much
rosemary
and
not
enough
attar
of
roses
.
""
Aha
!
"
Baldini
said
,
totally
surprised
that
the
conversation
had
veered
from
the
general
to
the
specific
.
"
What
else
?
""
Orange
blossom
,
lime
,
clove
,
musk
,
jasmine
,
alcohol
,
and
something
that
I
do
n't
know
the
name
of
,
there
,
you
see
,
right
there
!
In
that
bottle
!
"
And
he
pointed
a
finger
into
the
darkness
.
Baldini
held
the
candlestick
up
in
that
direction
,
his
gaze
following
the
boy
's
index
finger
toward
a
cupboard
and
falling
upon
a
bottle
filled
with
a
grayish
yellow
balm
.
"
Storax
?
"
he
asked.Grenouille
nodded
.
"
Yes
.
That
's
in
it
too
.
Storax
.
"
And
then
he
squirmed
as
if
doubling
up
with
a
cramp
and
muttered
the
word
at
least
a
dozen
times
to
himself
:
"
Storaxstoraxstoraxstorax
...
"
Baldini
held
his
candle
up
to
this
lump
of
humankind
wheezing
"
storax
"
and
thought
:
Either
he
is
possessed
,
or
a
thieving
impostor
,
or
truly
gifted
.
For
it
was
perfectly
possible
that
the
list
of
ingredients
,
if
mixed
in
the
right
proportions
,
could
result
in
the
perfume
Amor
and
Psyche-it
was
,
in
fact
,
probable
.
Attar
of
roses
,
clove
,
and
storax-it
was
those
three
ingredients
that
he
had
searched
for
so
desperately
this
afternoon
.
Joining
them
with
the
other
parts
of
the
composition-which
he
believed
he
had
recognized
as
well-would
unite
the
segments
into
a
pretty
,
rounded
pastry
.
It
was
now
only
a
question
of
the
exact
proportions
in
which
you
had
to
join
them
.
To
find
that
out
,
he
,
Baldini
,
would
have
to
run
experiments
for
several
days
,
a
horrible
task
,
almost
worse
than
the
basic
identification
of
the
parts
,
for
it
meant
you
had
to
measure
and
weigh
and
record
and
all
the
while
pay
damn
close
attention
,
because
the
least
bit
of
inattention-a
tremble
of
the
pipette
,
a
mistake
in
counting
drops-could
ruin
the
whole
thing
.
And
every
botched
attempt
was
dreadfully
expensive
.
Every
ruined
mixture
was
worth
a
small
fortune
...
He
wanted
to
test
this
mannikin
,
wanted
to
ask
him
about
the
exact
formula
for
Amor
and
Psyche
.
If
he
knew
it
,
to
the
drop
and
dram
,
then
he
was
obviously
an
impostor
who
had
somehow
pinched
the
recipe
from
Pelissier
in
order
to
gain
access
and
get
a
position
with
him
,
Baldini
.
But
if
he
came
close
,
then
he
was
a
genius
of
scent
and
as
such
provoked
Baldini
's
professional
interest
.
Not
that
Baldini
would
jeopardize
his
firm
decision
to
give
up
his
business
!
This
perfume
by
Pelissier
was
itself
not
the
important
thing
to
him
.
Even
if
the
fellow
could
deliver
it
to
him
by
the
gallon
,
Baldini
would
not
dream
of
scenting
Count
Verhamont
's
Spanish
hides
with
it
,
but
...
But
he
had
not
been
a
perfumer
his
life
long
,
had
not
concerned
himself
his
life
long
with
the
blending
of
scents
,
to
have
lost
all
professional
passions
from
oae
moment
to
the
next
.
Right
now
he
was
interested
in
finding
out
the
formula
for
this
damned
perfume
,
and
beyond
that
,
in
studying
the
gifts
of
this
mysterious
boy
,
who
had
parsed
a
scent
right
off
his
forehead
.
He
wanted
to
know
what
was
behind
that
.
He
was
quite
simply
curious
.
"
You
have
,
it
appears
,
a
fine
nose
,
young
man
,
"
he
said
,
once
Grenouille
had
ceased
his
wheezings
;
and
he
stepped
back
into
the
workshop
,
carefully
setting
the
candlestick
on
the
worktable
,
"
without
doubt
,
a
fine
nose
,
but
...
""
I
have
the
best
nose
in
Paris
,
Maitre
Baldini
,
"
Grenouille
interrupted
with
a
rasp
.
"
I
know
all
the
odors
in
the
world
,
all
of
them
,
only
I
do
n't
know
the
names
of
some
of
them
,
but
I
can
learn
the
names
.
The
odors
that
have
names
,
there
are
n't
many
of
those
,
there
are
only
a
few
thousand
.
I
'll
learn
them
all
,
I
'll
never
forget
the
name
of
that
balm
,
storax
,
the
balm
is
called
storax
,
it
's
called
storax
...
""
Silence
!
"
shouted
Baldini
.
"
Do
not
interrupt
me
when
I
'm
speaking
!
You
are
impertinent
and
insolent
.
No
one
knows
a
thousand
odors
by
name
.
Even
I
do
n't
know
a
thousand
of
them
by
name
,
at
best
a
few
hundred
,
for
there
are
n't
more
than
a
few
hundred
in
our
business
,
all
the
rest
are
n't
odors
,
they
are
simply
stenches
.
"
During
the
rather
lengthy
interruption
that
had
burst
from
him
,
Grenouille
had
almost
unfolded
his
body
,
had
in
fact
been
so
excited
for
the
moment
that
he
had
flailed
both
arms
in
circles
to
suggest
the
"
all
,
all
of
them
"
that
he
knew
.
But
at
Baldini
's
reply
he
collapsed
back
into
himself
,
like
a
black
toad
lurking
there
motionless
on
the
threshold
.
"
I
have
,
of
course
,
been
aware
,
"
Baldini
continued
,
"
for
some
time
now
that
Amor
and
Psyche
consisted
of
storax
,
attar
of
roses
,
and
cloves
,
plus
bergamot
and
extract
of
rosemary
et
cetera
.
All
that
is
needed
to
find
that
out
is
,
as
I
said
,
a
passably
fine
nose
,
and
it
may
well
be
that
God
has
given
you
a
passably
fine
nose
,
as
He
has
many
,
many
other
people
as
well
--
particularly
at
your
age
.
A
perfumer
,
however
"
-
and
here
Baldini
raised
his
index
finger
and
puffed
out
his
chest
-
"
a
perfumer
,
however
,
needs
more
than
a
passably
fine
nose
.
He
needs
an
incorruptible
,
hardworking
organ
that
has
been
trained
to
smell
for
many
decades
,
enabling
him
to
decipher
even
the
most
complicated
odors
by
composition
and
proportion
,
as
well
as
to
create
new
,
unknown
mixtures
of
scent
.
Such
a
nose
"
-
and
here
he
tapped
his
with
his
finger
-
"
is
not
something
one
has
,
young
man
!
It
is
something
one
acquires
,
by
perseverance
and
diligence
.
Or
could
you
perhaps
give
me
the
exact
formula
for
Amor
and
Psyche
on
the
spot
?
Well
?
Could
you
?
"
Grenouille
did
not
answer
.
"
Could
you
perhaps
give
me
a
rough
guess
?
"
Baldini
said
,
bending
forward
a
bit
to
get
a
better
look
at
the
toad
at
his
door
.
"
Just
a
rough
one
,
an
estimation
?
Well
,
speak
up
,
best
nose
in
Paris
!
"
But
Grenouille
was
silent
.
"
You
see
?
"
said
Baldini
,
equally
both
satisfied
and
disappointed
;
and
he
straightened
up
.
"
You
ca
n't
do
it
.
Of
course
you
ca
n't
.
You
're
one
of
those
people
who
know
whether
there
is
chervil
or
parsley
in
the
soup
at
mealtime
.
That
's
fine
,
there
's
something
to
be
said
for
that
.
But
that
does
n't
make
you
a
cook
,
not
by
a
long
shot
.
Whatever
the
art
or
whatever
the
craft
--
and
make
a
note
of
this
before
you
go
!
-
talent
means
next
to
nothing
,
while
experience
,
acquired
in
humility
and
with
hard
work
,
means
everything
.
"
He
was
reaching
for
the
candlestick
on
the
table
,
when
from
the
doorway
came
Grenouille
's
pinched
snarl
:
"
I
do
n't
know
what
a
formula
is
,
maitre
.
I
do
n't
know
that
,
but
otherwise
I
know
everything
!
""
A
formula
is
the
alpha
and
omega
of
every
perfume
,
"
replied
Baldini
sternly
,
for
he
wanted
to
end
this
conversation-now
.
"
It
contains
scrupulously
exact
instructions
for
the
proportions
needed
to
mix
individual
ingredients
so
that
the
result
is
the
unmistakable
scent
one
desires
.
That
is
a
formula
.
It
is
the
recipe-if
that
is
a
word
you
understand
better
.
""
Formula
,
formula
,
"
rasped
Grenouille
and
grew
somewhat
larger
in
the
doorway
.
"
I
do
n't
need
a
formula
.
I
have
the
recipe
in
my
nose
.
Can
I
mix
it
for
you
,
maitre
,
can
I
mix
it
,
can
I
?
""
How
's
that
?
"
pried
Baldini
in
a
rather
loud
voice
and
held
the
candle
up
to
the
gnome
's
face
.
"
How
would
you
mix
it
?
"
For
the
first
time
,
Grenouille
did
not
flinch
.
"
Why
,
they
're
all
here
,
all
the
ones
you
need
,
the
scents
,
they
're
all
here
,
in
this
room
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
again
into
the
darkness
.
"
There
's
attar
of
roses
!
There
's
orange
blossom
!
That
's
clove
!
That
's
rosemary
,
there
...
!
""
Certainly
they
're
here
!
"
roared
Baldini
.
"
They
are
all
here
.
But
I
'm
telling
you
,
you
blockhead
,
that
is
of
no
use
if
one
does
not
have
the
formula
!
""
...
There
's
jasmine
!
Alcohol
there
!
Bergamot
there
!
Storax
there
!
"
Grenouille
went
on
crowing
,
and
at
each
name
he
pointed
to
a
different
spot
in
the
room
,
although
it
was
so
dark
that
at
best
you
could
surmise
the
shadows
of
the
cupboards
filled
with
bottles
.
"
You
can
see
in
the
dark
,
can
you
?
"
Baldini
went
on
.
"
You
not
only
have
the
best
nose
,
but
also
the
keenest
eyes
in
Paris
,
do
you
?
Now
if
you
have
passably
good
ears
,
then
open
them
up
,
because
I
'm
telling
you
:
you
are
a
little
swindler
.
You
probably
picked
up
your
information
at
Pelissier
's
,
did
some
spying
,
is
that
it
?
And
now
you
think
you
can
pull
the
wool
over
my
eyes
,
right
?
"
Grenouille
was
now
standing
up
,
completely
unfolded
to
full
size
,
so
to
speak
,
in
the
doorway
,
his
legs
slightly
apart
,
his
arms
slightly
spread
,
so
that
he
looked
like
a
black
spider
that
had
latched
onto
the
threshold
and
frame
.
"
Give
me
ten
minutes
,
"
he
said
in
close
to
a
normal
,
fluent
pattern
of
speech
,
"
and
I
will
produce
for
you
the
perfume
Amor
and
Psyche
.
Right
now
,
right
here
in
this
room
.
Maitre
,
give
me
just
five
minutes
!
""
Do
you
suppose
I
'd
let
you
slop
around
here
in
my
laboratory
?
With
essences
that
are
worth
a
fortune
?
You
?
""
Yes
,
"
said
Grenouille
.
"
Bah
!
"
Baldini
shouted
,
exhaling
all
at
once
every
bit
of
air
he
had
in
him
.
Then
he
took
a
deep
breath
and
a
long
look
at
Grenouille
the
spider
,
and
thought
it
over
.
Basically
it
makes
no
difference
,
he
thought
,
because
it
will
all
be
over
tomorrow
anyway
.
I
know
for
a
fact
that
he
ca
n't
do
what
he
claims
he
can
,
ca
n't
possibly
do
it
.
Why
,
that
would
make
him
greater
than
the
great
Frangipani
.
But
why
should
n't
I
let
him
demonstrate
before
my
eyes
what
I
know
to
be
true
?
It
is
possible
that
someday
in
Messina-people
do
grow
very
strange
in
old
age
and
their
minds
fix
on
the
craziest
ideas-I
'll
get
the
notion
that
I
had
failed
to
recognize
an
olfactory
genius
,
a
creature
upon
whom
the
grace
of
God
had
been
poured
out
in
superabundance
,
a
wunderkind
...
It
's
totally
out
of
the
question
.
Everything
my
reason
tells
me
says
it
is
out
of
the
question-but
miracles
do
happen
,
that
is
certain
.
So
what
if
,
when
I
lie
dying
in
Messina
someday
,
the
thought
comes
to
me
there
on
my
deathbed
:
On
that
evening
,
back
in
Paris
,
I
shut
my
eyes
to
a
miracle
...
?
That
would
not
be
very
pleasant
,
Baldini
.
Let
the
fool
waste
a
few
drops
of
attar
of
roses
and
musk
tincture
;
you
would
have
wasted
them
yourself
if
Pelissier
's
perfume
had
still
interested
you
.
And
what
are
a
few
drops-though
expensive
ones
,
very
,
very
expensive
!
-
compared
to
certain
knowledge
and
a
peaceful
old
age
?
"
Now
pay
attention
!
"
he
said
with
an
affectedly
stern
voice
.
"
Pay
attention
!
I
...
what
is
your
name
,
anyway
?
""
Grenouille
,
"
said
Grenouille
.
"
Jean-Baptiste
Gre-nouille
,
""
Aha
,
"
said
Baldini
.
"
All
right
then
,
now
pay
attention
,
Jean-Baptiste
Grenouille
!
I
have
thought
it
over
.
You
shall
have
the
opportunity
,
now
,
this
very
moment
,
to
prove
your
assertion
.
Your
grandiose
failure
will
also
be
an
opportunity
for
you
to
learn
the
virtue
of
humility
,
which-although
one
may
pardon
the
total
lack
of
its
development
at
your
tender
age-will
be
an
absolute
prerequisite
for
later
advancement
as
a
member
of
your
guild
and
for
your
standing
as
a
man
,
a
man
of
honor
,
a
dutiful
subject
,
and
a
good
Christian
.
I
am
prepared
to
teach
you
this
lesson
at
my
own
expense
.
For
certain
reasons
,
I
am
feeling
generous
this
evening
,
and
,
who
knows
,
perhaps
the
recollection
of
this
scene
will
amuse
me
one
day
.
But
do
not
suppose
that
you
can
dupe
me
!
Giuseppe
Baldini
's
nose
is
old
,
but
it
is
still
sharp
,
sharp
enough
immediately
to
recognize
the
slightest
difference
between
your
mixture
and
this
product
here
.
"
And
at
that
he
pulled
the
handkerchief
drenched
in
Amor
and
Psyche
from
his
pocket
and
waved
it
under
Grenouille
's
nose
.
"
Come
closer
,
best
nose
in
Paris
!
Come
here
to
the
table
and
show
me
what
you
can
do
.
But
be
careful
not
to
drop
anything
or
knock
anything
over
.
Do
n't
touch
anything
yet
.
Let
me
provide
some
light
first
.
We
want
to
have
lots
of
illumination
for
this
little
experiment
,
do
n't
we
?
"
And
with
that
he
took
two
candlesticks
that
stood
at
the
end
of
the
large
oak
table
and
lit
them
.
