In this book, Stendhal does not give us an indirect introduction to love, like fresh, clear water flowing from the pure fountain of the soul and flowing through the channels and streams of the soul, laden with emotions, feelings, feelings, and emotions, and confronting in its path the obstacles of inherited customs and followed traditions. This love, which derives its sublimity from the sublimity of the soul, is opposed to its sincere drive by the fear, shame, modesty, decency, modesty, and restrictions of social and religious traditions that political systems favour, adopt, and impose by force and arbitrariness, hatred, rancor, envy, jealousy, arrogance, vanity, artificiality, artificiality, affectation, vulgarity, possession, and possession, all of which Stendhal mentions in this book. But not in a dry, strict, and restrictive scientific manner, but in absolute freedom and fluency, supported by examples and stories from reality. He gives his thoughts free rein to organize them as he pleases and as he pleases in sentences and passages. We often find them intertwined with each other and intertwined, like the mixing of feelings with sensations, and emotions with emotions, and each reader sees them as it suits him and suits him according to his ability, ability, and competence.