Journalism

In addition to my duties as a pharmacist, I have also taken on another role in this community—just as substantial and important as a health care professional. I am a beacon of knowledge, a purveyor of thought, a doctor of intellectual stimulation (Tanner 275). I am “the correspondent for the area of Buchy, Forges, Neufchâtel, Yonville, and the surroundings” for the Rouen Beacon (Flaubert 97). I am an integral part to, an extraordinary writer for, the Fanal de Rouen (Buck 75). Like the sun to the earth, I add sustenance to those readers of the newspaper, give life to the intellectual mind. With an awesome imagination, I astound my fans (Tanner 273). As a winner of the Cross of the Legion of Honor, I bring a certain sophistication, a nobility , a dignity to this publication. For a taste of my superb and insightful writing, an appetizer to a five star meal, look below for example articles, or click on the link to Fanal de Rouen to order a subscription to the newspaper.

Excerpt from one of my more stimulating articles:

“‘Why all these festoons and flowers and garlands? Whither ran this crowd like the waves of an enraged sea, under a tropical sun beating down over our fields?’” (Flaubert 156). It was a celebration of progress, like a High Mass commemorating the advancement of mankind. The Agricultural Show, just its idea, its concept, brings a tear to my eye. To think that we have finally reached a point in evolution, a zenith in the life line of men, where genius and intellect are recognized, where the life blood of civilization—agriculture—is elevated to the level of art.
But, this recognition is only a step, like the first baby steps of a toddler. The government needs to help the peasants even more—assisting the farmers in their plight. “‘Be brave! There are a thousand indispensable reforms. Let us accomplish them” (156).
But, I digress. The day of the Agricultural Show was as festive as the celebration of Bastille Day; people rejoiced in the streets as if there were no tomorrow. An exuberant air of joyousness, an aura of delight floated around the town of Yonville-l’Abbaye. Yet, this was even before the much anticipated arrival of the counselor. Monsieur Lieuvain was greeted by “‘the martial air of our militia,’” who welcomed him most elegantly; like a soldier missing in action to return years later, Lieuvain’s entrance was dignified and regal. Moreover, “‘our sprightly village lasses’” and “‘those patriarchs who attended, the remnants of our immortal legions, their hearts still beating to the manly roll of the drums’” (156)…
After the judging of the animals by a most distinguished panel of citizens, including Monsieur Derozerays and Monsieur Homais, the awards ceremony commenced. It was most fitting to see people deserve honor where honor is deserved. For many, it was the culmination of the hard work of a life time—though “th[ose] human qualities [that are] admired, the stoic virtues of patience, devotion, work, are not less admirable when they go unrewarded” (Levin 265). But, this ceremony rewarded those that should have recognized; the honorable judges, aforementioned, knew to whom to bestow honor, to whom to label as rightfully meritorous of a prize. When they were handed out by the president of the jury, M. Derozerays, “father embraced son, husband wife, brother brother. More than one displayed his humble medal with pride, and doubtless, on his return home, was to hang it in tears upon the modest walls of his humble cottage.
“At six o’clock, a banquet, set our in Monsieur Liégard’s meadow, assembled the principal personalities of the Show. The greatest cordiality reigned throughout. Several toasts were offered; Monsieur Lieuvain proposed the King’s health, Monsieur Tuvache that of the prefect; Monsieur Derozerays the farmers’ and Monsieur Homais those two sisters industry and the fine arts. Monsieur Leplichey offered his toast to progress. In the evening a brilliant fireworks display suddenly illuminated the heavens. It was a veritable kaleidoscope, a setting for an opera. For a moment our little town believed itself transported to the heart of an Arabian Nights dream.
“Let us note that no untoward event occurred to mar this family reunion...
“However, the absence of the clergy was noted. Doubtless the gentlemen of the cloth understand progress in a different way. As you will, revered followers of Loyola!” (Flaubert 156-7)

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