Perhaps, nowhere and never so eager for “pleasure” and refinement, as in the court of King Louis XV. The art of living is easy, “tearing away the flowers of pleasure,” became revered as a real art.
Sometimes it seems that in the air there was already a premonition of a thunderstorm, impending catastrophe. And that it was this foreknowledge that determined the desire to get settled with all possible grace and comfort, surround yourself with ruddy shepherdesses, porcelain dolls, idyllic landscapes.
It was this that required life to be like a theater. And Bush skillfully nurtured