True, the reach of Romanticism is long and profound—it is undeniable that we in the West are still the descendants of Stendhal.
Our very own pickup artist wall of fame.
After years of pacing down the streets of London, it finally all made sense.
Not yet entirely out of my mind, I had a sense for what was going on, but it took a while for me to start hating myself.
Now, he even had to die for it.
This is the one that bugs me the most.
Were Stendhal to visit us today, this would no doubt be one of his first observations: love has become too easy.
When the sun is shining look out for this guy — he roams the streets day in day out hunting down the talent that London has to offer.