In the book “Perfume The Story of a Murderer” Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, of course, genius, let the gifts and intersects the sphere in which we are not used to distribute such titles. Meanwhile, there are geniuses in any field: cleaning geniuses, geniuses collections, the genius of putting some tile.
But we recognize only some abstract and artistic level of brilliance. Certainly associated with wonderful and creative, completely refusing to see genius-“writers” who preside over their small victories in the areas of humble and mundane.
The protagonist of “Perfume” head and shoulders above all others that he has a divine spark, albeit in such a strange area. Grenouille can operate brilliantly to the uncontrolled sense, but it doesn’t have “their smell”.
Take the most beautiful and cute baby, depriving him of love, affection, friendship, communication is what will grow? Nothing good. External ugliness with sores, curvature of the skeleton and of other socially unacceptable standards of appearance only emphasizes this soobchenie inner peace, which appeared only because of that forced isolation.