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- I'm a little autistic and so I was so disturb your spirits. Well, not outraged, they are just sickening.
- I beg your pardon?
- Definitely smells like the ass of a beaver.
What?
- The smell of beaver musk - this ingredient is often added to perfumes.
- It's Givenchy.
Said beaver under his tail.

Thoroughbred spirits? Aren't all spirits were once people?

A carefully chosen fragrance can become your hallmark. This is the first thing people feel when you enter the room, and the last that disappears when you leave.

In the world there is one terrible evil spirits. It's the people.

To game incense
Your to please leisure
Hundreds of roses in Bud,
Passing through the crucible of suffering.
A bottle fragrances,
What, like your little finger, small
A whole world of beings
The unnamed victim fell, -
Hundreds of lives that breathed
The fullness of being
And I nervously anticipated
The sweetness of the songs of the Nightingale.
But do not cry out their sorrows
We fun get.
Is thousands not fallen
Under Timorova sword!

They say the spirits of those who died with their boots on, cause simply: they are always there with the living.

Now I understand why the rest of the novels are so hard for me to give: the spirits bound not to men, but to the walls.

With all these spirits, these manifestations..., Eisenheim has given us hard proof of the immortality of the human soul. Soul rehabilitated in the face of contemporary scientific materialism. The work of spiritualism will rouse humanity to a new moral level.

- What's that perfume? - he whispered me in the ear. They're driving me crazy.
Yeah, it shows. Especially when you consider that I do today, the spirits did not use.

Spirits know, what is their life. It's just people don't know.

"Where to apply perfume?" - asked me a young woman. "Wherever have you wished that you kissed a man," I said.

I'm sure that Mr. Caplinger does not believe in the hereafter.
On the contrary, I always believed that there is a good idea to open a restaurant. Spirits need a place to eat.

- So what was this flash, Yoshio? - I repeated, burning with curiosity.
Only you don't laugh, okay?
- I won't laugh. I promise.
- When Sasako started to sing, everywhere in the her singing flocked perfume. Countless. Millions, maybe billions, brother looked at me with enlarged eyes. They gathered together, and then suddenly all broke! And I saw!!
What?
- Eternity, solemnly said brother.
- Clearly, - I said.