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It’s said that one doesn’t have to look too far in the world to find proof that evil exists, that is true. For the doubters there is even aromatic evidence. Imagine you are in a conservatory, large and Victorian in design flowers from all over the world grow in abundance. For light and added mood this large structure is filled with candles of the scented variety designed to arouse your senses and lift your sprits. Conversation is soft and among the visitors to this paradise on earth elegant ladies with deportment worthy of the models who grace the cat walks of Paris, Milan and New York waft by teasing you with scent from Belmain, Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent. 

The hour is early and less than a mile away an 8 year old boy is deposited by his mother at the gates of his preparatory school. Well breakfasted, before he starts his day of education he feels the need for inner cleanliness.  Leg slightly apart and pulling a face worthy of second prize in a gurning contest he breaks wind.  The noise is like that of a Mercedes taxi blowing a gasket, sharp and distressing. But it is that which follows the noise that resonates with all and sundry.

Babies cry, cats are seen scuttling into laundry baskets, dog faint and the bottles of fizzy drinks in nearby shops change colour.  A few short seconds pass and suddenly all the beauty which surrounds you is piecered like a knife into a balloon. John Milton wrote Paradise Lost and you have experienced it in all its evil, acrid pungency.