Book: The Story of a Murderer

He wanted to become the almighty god of fragrance as he was in his fantasies, but now in the real world and above real people. And he knew it was in his power. For people can close their eyes and not see greatness, horror, beauty, and plug their ears, and not hear people or words. But they can't resist the fragrance. For fragrance is the brother of breath. With a fragrance, it will enter people, and they will not be able to protect themselves from it if they want to live. And the fragrance penetrates into the very depths, right in the heart, and there makes a categorical judgment about sympathy and contempt, about disgust and attraction, about love and hatred. Whoever owns the smell owns the hearts of men.

Although he had scars and pockmarks and scabs and a slightly disfigured leg that caused him to limp, he lived. He was hardy, like an adapted bacterium, and unpretentious, like a tick that sits on a tree and lives on a tiny drop of blood obtained several years ago.