john9221
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eople could see itfor his perception was after the fact and thus of a higher
order: an essencea spirit of what had beensomething undisturbed by the everyday accidents of
the momentlike noiseglareor the nauseating press of living human beings.
Or he would go to the spot where they had beheaded his motherto the place de Grevewhich
stuck out to lick the river like a huge tongue. Here lay the shipspulled up onto shore or moored to
postsand they smelled of coal and grain and hay and damp ropes.
And from the westvia this one passage cut through the city by the rivercame a broad current
of wind bringing with it the odors of the countryof the meadows around Neuillyof the forests
between Saint-Germain and Versaillesof far-off cities like Rouen or Caen and sometimes of the
sea itself. The sea smelled like a sail whose billows had caught up watersaltand a cold sun. It
had a simple smellthe seabut at the same time it smelled immense and uniqueso much so that
Grenouille hesitated to dissect the odors into fishysaltywateryseaweedyfresh-airyand so on.
He preferred to leave the smell of the sea blended togetherpreserving it as a unit in his memory
relishing it whole. The smell of the sea pleased him so much that he wanted on [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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