Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind (Book Analysis)

For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who could not defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live

it seemed to the people who saw him that he was smiling, the most innocent, loving, enchanting, and at the same time the most seductive smile in the world. But

in fact it was not a smile, but an ugly, cynical smirk that lay upon his lips

All he bore from it were scars from the large black carbuncles behind his ears and on his hands and cheeks, leaving him disfigured and even uglier than he had been before”

“He could eat watery soup for days on end, he managed on the thinnest milk, digested the rottenest vegetables and spoiled meat. In the course of his childhood, he survived the measles, dysentery, chicken pox, cholera, a twentyfoot fall into a well and a scalding with boiling water poured over his chest. True, he bore scars and chafings and

scabs from it all, and a slightly crippled foot left him with a limp, but he lived.

All he bore from it were scars from the large black carbuncles behind his ears and on his hands and cheeks, leaving him disfigured and even uglier than he had been before