The language we use when we are in love is not a language we speak, for it is
addressed to ourselves and to our imaginary beloved. It is a language of
solitude, of mythology, of what Barthes calls an 'image repertoire'. This book
revives - beyond the psychological or clinical enterprises which have
characterised such researches in our culture - the notion of the amorous
subject. It will be enjoyed and understood by two groups of readers: those who
have been in love (Or thing they have, which is the same thing), and those who
have never been in love (or think they have not, which