Perfume
Author: Patrick Süskind
Again he closed his eyes. The scents of the garden descended upon him, their contours as precise and clear as the coloured bands of the rainbow. And that one, that precious one, that one that mattered above all else, was amongst them. Grenouille turned hot with rapture and cold with fear. Blood rushed to his head as if he were a little boy caught red-handed, and then it r….Read More
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