Chapter 31
Consider the relationship of odors, one to another. A perfume is a symphony, the sum of the parts, where the whole is far greater than the individual. And yet, excellence stems from individual effort. The artist intuitively understands this circular relationship, and therefore selects only the best ingredients. –DB
5 May, 1941 - Poland
Nick swatted the little boy’s hand. “Don’t eat that.” The spider scurried away. The boy couldn’t have been more than five years old.
Before they had moved on, the older boys had taught Nick what was edible and what made one ill.
Nick plucked a handful of grubs from a felled log, mashed them, and wrapped them in a leaf. “Here, eat this.”
He swung around. They’d been drinking water from the lake. He remembered someone being afraid of the water
