Buduar has basic flaw.
This onomatopoeic sound borrowed from the French, this evocation of the living
room that owed something to the book "Philosophy of the boudoir" of
the Marquis De Sade (La Philosophie dans le boudoir ou Les instituteurs
immoraux), essay dramatic, but at the same time cynical and ironic, in which is
routed to the pleasure the young Eugénie, living side by side with the pleasure
we feel when we prepare, we hope to convey pleasure, just like the one that
seeks to propagate Madame de Saint-Ange in educating and instructing the young
promise of future pleasure, widespread and diffusible , at any time. And I come
back, for a moment, to the vice of which I mentioned at the beginning. We love
it! This is the basic flaw. And the pleasure we feel when we package it is
priceless. And in the madness, perhaps anomalous, perhaps shiny, we feel like
the madam, the madam (from mattress, also typical of the boudoir), with intent
informative and pedagocici, looking for a smile, maybe bitter or stretched, but
still a smile .
