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All
that
had
prevented
his
death
,
Taillade-Espinasse
declared
,
was
that
during
his
imprisonment
Grenouille
had
been
given
earth-removed
plants
,
presumably
bread
and
fruits
,
for
nourishment
.
And
now
his
former
healthy
condition
could
be
restored
only
by
the
wholesale
expulsion
of
the
fluidum
,
using
a
vital
ventilation
machine
,
devised
by
Taillade-Espinasse
himself
.
He
had
such
an
apparatus
standing
in
his
manor
in
Montpellier
,
and
if
Grenouille
was
willing
to
make
himself
available
as
the
object
of
a
scientific
demonstration
,
he
was
willing
not
only
to
free
him
from
hopeless
contamination
by
earth
gas
,
but
he
would
also
provide
him
with
a
handsome
sum
of
money
...
Two
hours
later
they
were
sitting
in
the
carriage
.
Although
the
roads
were
in
miserable
condition
,
they
traveled
the
sixty-four
miles
to
Montpellier
in
just
under
two
days
,
for
despite
his
advanced
age
,
the
marquis
would
not
be
denied
his
right
personally
to
whip
both
driver
and
horses
and
to
lend
a
hand
whenever
,
as
frequently
happened
,
an
axle
or
spring
broke-so
excited
was
he
by
his
find
,
so
eager
to
present
it
to
an
educated
audience
as
soon
as
possible
.
Grenouille
,
however
,
was
not
allowed
to
leave
the
carriage
even
once
.
He
was
forced
to
sit
there
all
wrapped
up
in
his
rags
and
a
blanket
drenched
with
earth
and
clay
.
During
the
trip
he
was
given
raw
vegetable
roots
to
eat
.
The
marquis
hoped
these
procedures
would
preserve
the
contamination
by
earth
's
fluidum
in
its
ideal
state
for
a
while
yet
.
Upon
their
arrival
in
Montpellier
,
he
had
Grenouille
taken
at
once
to
the
cellar
of
his
mansion
,
and
sent
out
invitations
to
all
the
members
of
the
medical
faculty
,
the
botanical
association
,
the
agricultural
school
,
the
chemophysical
club
,
the
Freemason
lodge
,
and
the
other
assorted
learned
societies
,
of
which
the
city
had
no
fewer
than
a
dozen
.
And
several
days
later-exactly
one
week
after
he
had
left
his
mountain
solitude-Grenouille
found
himself
on
a
dais
in
the
great
hall
of
the
University
of
Montpellier
and
was
presented
as
the
scientific
sensation
of
the
year
to
a
crowd
of
several
hundred
people.In
his
lecture
,
Taillade-Espinasse
described
him
as
living
proof
for
the
validity
of
his
theory
of
earth
's
fluidum
letale
.
While
he
stripped
Grenouille
of
his
rags
piece
by
piece
,
he
explained
the
devastating
effect
that
the
corruptive
gas
had
perpetrated
on
Gre-nouille
's
body
:
one
could
see
the
pustules
and
scars
caused
by
the
corrosive
gas
;
there
on
his
breast
a
giant
,
shiny-red
gas
cancer
;
a
general
disintegration
of
the
skin
;
and
even
clear
evidence
of
fluidal
deformation
of
the
bone
structure
,
the
visible
indications
being
a
clubfoot
and
a
hunchback
.
The
internal
organs
as
well
had
been
damaged
by
the
gas-pancreas
,
liver
,
lungs
,
gallbladder
,
and
intestinal
tract-as
the
analysis
of
a
stool
sample
(
accessible
to
the
public
in
a
basin
at
the
feet
of
the
exhibit
)
had
proved
beyond
doubt
.
In
summary
,
it
could
be
said
that
the
paralysis
of
the
vital
energies
caused
by
a
seven-year
contamination
with
fluidum
letale
Taillade
had
progressed
so
far
that
the
exhibit-whose
external
appearance
,
by
the
way
,
already
displayed
significant
molelike
traits
-
could
be
described
as
a
creature
more
disposed
toward
death
than
life
.
Nevertheless
,
the
lecturer
pledged
that
within
eight
days
,
using
ventilation
therapy
in
combination
with
a
vital
diet
,
he
would
restore
this
doomed
creature
to
the
point
where
the
signs
of
a
complete
recovery
would
be
self-evident
to
everyone
,
and
he
invited
those
present
to
return
in
one
week
to
satisfy
themselves
of
the
success
of
this
prognosis
,
which
,
of
course
,
would
then
have
to
be
seen
as
valid
proof
that
his
theory
concerning
earth
's
fluidum
was
likewise
correct.The
lecture
was
an
immense
success
.
The
learned
audience
applauded
the
lecturer
vigorously
and
lined
up
to
pass
the
dais
where
Grenouille
was
standing
.
In
his
state
of
preserved
deterioration
and
with
all
his
old
scars
and
deformities
,
he
did
indeed
look
so
impressively
dreadful
that
everyone
considered
him
beyond
recovery
and
already
half
decayed
,
although
he
himself
felt
quite
healthy
and
robust
.
Many
of
the
gentlemen
tapped
him
up
and
down
in
a
professional
manner
,
measured
him
,
looked
into
his
mouth
and
eyes
.
Several
of
them
addressed
him
directly
and
inquired
about
his
life
in
the
cave
and
his
present
state
of
health
.
But
he
kept
strictly
to
the
instructions
the
marquis
had
given
him
beforehand
and
answered
all
such
questions
with
nothing
more
than
a
strained
death
rattle
,
making
helpless
gestures
with
his
hands
to
his
larynx
,
as
if
to
indicate
that
too
was
already
rotted
away
by
thefluidum
letale
Taillade.At
the
end
of
the
demonstration
,
Taillade-Espinasse
packed
him
back
up
and
transported
him
home
to
the
storage
room
of
his
manor
.
There
,
in
the
presence
of
several
selected
doctors
from
the
medical
faculty
,
he
locked
Grenouille
in
his
vital
ventilation
machine
,
a
box
made
of
tightly
jointed
pine
boards
,
which
by
means
of
a
suction
flue
extending
far
above
the
house
roof
could
be
flooded
with
air
extracted
from
the
higher
regions
,
and
thus
free
of
lethal
gas
.
The
air
could
then
escape
through
a
leather
flap-valve
placed
in
the
floor
.
The
apparatus
was
kept
in
operation
by
a
staff
of
servants
who
tended
it
day
and
night
,
so
that
the
ventilators
inside
the
flue
never
stopped
pumping
.
And
so
,
surrounded
by
the
constant
purifying
stream
of
air
,
Grenouille
was
fed
a
diet
of
foods
from
earth-removed
regions-dove
bouillon
,
lark
pie
,
ragout
of
wild
duck
,
preserves
of
fruit
picked
from
trees
,
bread
made
from
a
special
wheat
grown
at
high
altitudes
,
wine
from
the
Pyrenees
,
chamois
milk
,
and
frozen
frothy
meringue
from
hens
kept
in
the
attic
of
the
mansion-all
of
which
was
presented
at
hourly
intervals
through
the
door
of
a
double-walled
air
lock
built
into
the
side
of
the
chamber.This
combined
treatment
of
decontamination
and
revitalization
lasted
for
five
days
.
Then
the
marquis
had
the
ventilators
stopped
and
Grenouille
brought
to
a
washroom
,
where
he
was
softened
for
several
hours
in
baths
of
lukewarm
rainwater
and
finally
waxed
from
head
to
toe
with
nut-oil
soap
from
Potosi
in
the
Andes
.
His
finger
--
and
toenails
were
trimmed
,
his
teeth
cleaned
with
pulverized
lime
from
the
Dolomites
,
he
was
shaved
,
his
hair
cut
and
combed
,
coifFed
and
powdered
.
A
tailor
,
a
cobbler
were
sent
for
,
and
Grenouille
was
fitted
out
in
a
silk
shirt
,
with
white
jabot
and
white
ruffles
at
the
cuffs
,
silk
stockings
,
frock
coat
,
trousers
,
and
vest
of
blue
velvet
,
and
handsome
buckled
shoes
of
black
leather
,
the
right
one
cleverly
elevated
for
his
crippled
foot
.
The
marquis
personally
applied
white
talcum
makeup
to
Gre-nouille
's
scarred
face
,
dabbed
his
lips
and
cheeks
with
crimson
,
and
gave
a
truly
noble
arch
to
his
eyebrows
with
the
aid
of
a
soft
stick
of
linden
charcoal
.
Then
he
dusted
him
with
his
own
personal
perfume
,
a
rather
simple
violet
fragrance
,
took
a
few
steps
back
,
and
took
some
time
to
find
words
for
his
delight
.
"
Monsieur
,
"
he
began
at
last
,
"
I
am
thrilled
with
myself
.
I
am
overwhelmed
at
my
own
genius
.
I
have
,
to
be
sure
,
never
doubted
the
correctness
of
my
fluidal
theory
;
of
course
not
;
but
to
find
it
so
gloriously
confirmed
by
an
applied
therapy
overwhelms
me
.
You
were
a
beast
,
and
I
have
made
a
man
of
you
.
A
veritable
divine
act
.
Do
forgive
me
,
I
am
so
touched
!
-
Stand
in
front
of
that
mirror
there
and
regard
yourself
.
You
will
realize
for
the
first
time
in
your
life
that
you
are
a
human
being
;
not
a
particularly
extraordinary
or
in
any
fashion
distinguished
one
,
but
nevertheless
a
perfectly
acceptable
human
being
.
Go
on
,
monsieur
!
Regard
yourself
and
admire
the
miracle
that
I
have
accomplished
with
you
!
"
It
was
the
first
time
that
anyone
had
ever
said
"
monsieur
"
to
Grenouille.He
walked
over
to
the
mirror
and
looked
into
it.Before
that
day
he
had
never
seen
himself
in
a
mirror
.
He
saw
a
gentleman
in
a
handsome
blue
outfit
,
with
a
white
shirt
and
silk
stockings
;
and
instinctively
he
ducked
,
as
he
had
always
ducked
before
such
fine
gentlemen
.
The
fine
gentleman
,
however
,
ducked
as
well
,
and
when
Grenouille
stood
up
straight
again
,
the
fine
gentleman
did
the
same
,
and
then
they
both
stared
straight
into
each
other
's
eyes.What
dumbfounded
Grenouille
most
was
the
fact
that
he
looked
so
unbelievably
normal
.
The
marquis
was
right
:
there
was
nothing
special
about
his
looks
,
nothing
handsome
,
but
then
nothing
especially
ugly
either
.
He
was
a
little
short
of
stature
,
his
posture
was
a
little
awkward
,
his
face
a
little
expressionless-in
short
,
he
looked
like
a
thousand
other
people
.
If
he
were
now
to
go
walking
down
the
street
,
not
one
person
would
turn
around
to
look
at
him
.
A
man
such
as
he
now
was
,
should
he
chance
to
meet
him
,
would
not
even
strike
him
as
in
any
way
unusual
.
Unless
,
of
course
,
he
would
smell
that
the
man
,
except
for
a
hint
of
violets
,
had
as
little
odor
as
the
gentleman
in
the
mirror-or
himself
,
standing
there
in
front
of
it.And
yet
only
ten
days
before
,
farmers
had
run
away
screaming
at
the
sight
of
him
He
had
not
felt
any
different
from
the
way
he
did
now
;
and
now
,
if
he
closed
his
eyes
,
he
felt
not
one
bit
different
from
then
.
He
inhaled
the
air
that
rose
up
from
his
own
body
and
smelled
the
bad
perfume
and
the
velvet
and
the
freshly
glued
leather
of
his
shoes
;
he
smelled
the
silk
cloth
,
the
powder
,
the
makeup
,
the
light
scent
of
the
soap
from
Potosi
.
And
suddenly
he
knew
that
it
had
not
been
the
dove
bouillon
nor
the
ventilation
hocus-pocus
that
had
made
a
normal
person
out
of
him
,
but
solely
these
few
clothes
,
the
haircut
,
and
the
little
masquerade
with
cosmetics.He
blinked
as
he
opened
his
eyes
and
saw
how
the
gentleman
in
the
mirror
blinked
back
at
him
and
how
a
little
smile
played
about
his
carmine
lips
,
as
if
signaling
to
him
that
he
did
not
find
him
totally
unattractive
.
And
Grenouille
himself
found
that
the
gentleman
in
the
mirror
,
this
odorless
figure
dressed
and
made
up
like
a
man
,
was
not
all
that
bad
either
;
at
least
it
seemed
to
him
as
if
the
figure-once
its
costume
had
been
perfected-might
have
an
effect
on
the
world
outside
that
he
,
Grenouille
,
would
never
have
expected
of
himself
.
He
nodded
to
the
figure
and
saw
that
in
nodding
back
it
flared
its
nostrils
surreptitiously
.
THE
FOLLOWING
DAY-the
marquis
was
just
about
to
instruct
him
in
the
basic
poses
,
gestures
,
and
dance
steps
he
would
need
for
his
coming
social
debut
--
Grenouille
faked
a
fainting
spell
and
,
as
if
totally
exhausted
and
in
imminent
danger
of
suffocation
,
collapsed
onto
a
sofa.The
marquis
was
beside
himself
.
He
screamed
for
servants
,
screamed
for
fan
bearers
and
portable
ventilators
,
and
while
the
servants
scurried
about
,
he
knelt
down
at
Grenouille
's
side
,
fanning
him
with
a
handkerchief
soaked
in
bouquet
of
violets
,
and
appealed
to
him
,
literally
begged
him
,
to
get
to
his
feet
,
and
please
not
to
breathe
his
last
just
yet
,
but
to
wait
,
if
at
all
possible
,
until
the
day
after
tomorrow
,
since
the
survival
of
the
theory
of
the
fluidum
letale
would
otherwise
be
in
utmost
jeopardy.Grenouille
twisted
and
turned
,
coughed
,
groaned
,
thrashed
at
the
handkerchief
with
his
arms
,
and
finally
,
after
falling
from
the
sofa
in
a
highly
dramatic
fashion
,
crept
to
the
most
distant
corner
of
the
room
.
"
Not
that
perfume
!
"
he
cried
with
his
last
bit
of
energy
.
"
Not
that
perfume
!
It
will
kill
me
!
"
And
only
when
Taillade-Espinasse
had
tossed
the
handkerchief
out
the
window
and
his
violet-scented
jacket
into
the
next
room
,
did
Grenouille
allow
his
attack
to
ebb
,
and
in
a
voice
that
slowly
grew
calmer
explained
that
as
a
perfumer
he
had
an
occupationally
sensitive
nose
and
had
always
reacted
very
strongly
to
certain
perfumes
,
especially
so
during
this
period
of
recuperation
.
And
his
only
explanation
for
the
fact
that
the
scent
of
violets
in
particular-a
lovely
flower
in
its
own
right
-
should
so
oppress
him
was
that
the
marquis
's
perfume
contained
a
high
percentage
of
violet
root
extract
,
which
,
being
of
subterranean
origin
,
must
have
a
pernicious
effect
on
a
person
like
himself
suffering
from
the
influence
offluidum
letale
.
Yesterday
,
at
the
first
application
of
the
scent
,
he
had
felt
quite
queasy
,
and
today
,
as
he
had
once
again
perceived
the
odor
of
roots
,
it
had
been
as
if
someone
had
pushed
him
back
into
that
dreadful
,
suffocating
hole
where
he
had
vegetated
for
several
years
.
His
very
nature
had
risen
up
against
it
,
that
was
all
he
could
say
;
and
now
that
his
grace
the
marquis
had
used
his
art
to
restore
him
to
a
life
free
of
fluidal
air
,
he
would
rather
die
on
the
spot
than
once
again
be
at
the
mercy
of
the
dreaded
fluidum
.
At
the
mere
thought
of
a
perfume
extracted
from
roots
,
he
could
feel
his
whole
body
cramping
up
.
He
was
firmly
convinced
,
however
,
that
he
would
recover
in
an
instant
if
the
marquis
would
permit
him
to
design
a
perfume
of
his
own
,
one
that
would
completely
drive
out
the
scent
of
violets
.
He
had
in
mind
an
especially
light
,
airy
fragrance
,
consisting
primarily
of
earth-removed
ingredients
,
like
eaux
of
almond
and
orange
blossom
,
eucalyptus
,
pine
,
and
cypress
oils
.
A
splash
of
such
a
scent
on
his
clothes
,
a
few
drops
on
his
neck
and
cheeks-and
he
would
be
permanently
immune
to
any
repetition
of
the
embarrassing
seizure
that
had
just
overwhelmed
him
...
For
clarity
's
sake
,
the
proper
forms
of
reported
speech
have
been
used
here
,
but
in
reality
this
was
a
verbal
eruption
of
uninterrupted
blubberings
,
accompanied
by
numerous
coughs
and
gasps
and
struggles
for
breath
,
all
of
which
Grenouille
accented
with
quiverings
and
fidgetings
and
rollings
of
the
eyes
.
The
marquis
was
deeply
impressed
.
It
was
,
however
,
not
so
much
his
ward
s
symptoms
of
suffering
as
the
deft
argumentation
,
presented
totally
under
the
aegis
of
the
theory
of
fluidum
letale
,
that
convinced
him
.
Of
course
it
was
the
violet
perfume
!
An
obnoxious
,
earth-bound-indeed
subterranean-product
!
He
himself
was
probably
infected
by
it
after
years
of
use
.
Had
no
idea
that
day
in
day
out
he
had
been
bringing
himself
ever
nearer
to
death
by
using
the
scent
.
His
gout
,
the
stiffness
in
his
neck
,
the
enervation
of
his
member
,
his
hemorrhoids
,
the
pressure
in
his
ears
,
his
rotten
tooth-all
of
it
doubtless
came
from
the
contagious
fluidal
stench
of
violet
roots
.
And
that
stupid
little
man
,
that
lump
of
misery
there
in
the
corner
of
the
room
,
had
given
him
the
idea
.
He
was
touched
.
He
would
have
loved
to
have
gone
over
to
him
,
lifted
him
up
,
and
pressed
him
to
his
enlightened
heart
.
