Book is based on the movie 'Scent of a Woman': https://ru.wikipedia..._(фильм,_1992),someone translated it to russian in a version of a book, its name can still be googled. The movie was adapted by Bo Goldman from the Italian novel 'Il buio e il miele' by Giovanni Arpino.
I didn't read the original novel, but i highly doubt it is about a smelly woman.
In other news, I asked ChatGPT about my bouts of heaviness in the left part of the abdomen starting 1 hr after meals and lasting for hours on end, accompanied by brain fog and weakness, and it suggested SIBO, among other things, so I'm trying to understand what SIBO is.
Word of the day: nychthemeron (24-hour day, calendar day). A quote by C.S. Pierce was posted by a friend online. /nɪkˈθi.mə.ɹɑn/, /nɪkˈθɛməɹɑn/ From Ancient Greek νυχθήμερον (nukhthḗmeron), from νύξ (núx, “night”) + ἡμέρα (hēméra, “day”).
If one who had determined to make trial of Musement as a favourite recreation were to ask me for advice, I should reply as follows: The dawn and the gloaming most invite one to Musement; but I have found no watch of the nychthemeron that has not its own advantages for the pursuit. It begins passively enough with drinking in the impression of some nook in one of the three Universes. But impression soon passes into attentive observation, observation into musing, musing into a lively give-and-take of communion between self and self. If one's observations and reflections are allowed to specialise themselves too much, the Play will be converted into scientific study; and that cannot be pursued in odd half-hours.
I feel myself like a corpse, because I see lots of people holding hands in the street, and lots of women. Maybe there are even people who actually have sex; have relationships, even have families and children. It's impossible to become alive.