“… or why should smoke possess only the name `smoke´, when from minute to minute, second to second, the amalgam of hundreds of odours mixed iridescently into ever new and changing unities as the smoke rose from the fire… or why should earth, landscape, air –each filled at every step and every breath with yet another odour and thus animated with another identity– still be designated by just those three coarse words. All these grotesque incongruities between the richness of the world perceivable by smell and the poverty of language were enough for the lad Grenouille to doubt that language made any sense at all.”
Perfume. The Story of a Murderer
Patrick Süskind (1985)
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