Chapter 33 second quarter

Leonard Braulenghi, head of the Department of French Language and Literature, has two interesting advantages: first, he doesn't like literature, and second, he doesn't know French.But that didn't stop him from traveling and attending "Modern Languages" conferences, where he flaunted his ignorance as if it were the greatest of wit, and scorned anyone who tried to lure him into subtle French traps. Attempts, he would deflect it with gags of healthy humor.He is also very good at making money. He recently persuaded an old rich man who had been flattered by three great universities in the past but was not tempted to donate a large sum of money to promote a group of graduate students in Canada. At the same time, there are plans to build a "French Village" on a hill near Wendale, with two streets and a square, all modeled after the old Dordogne. Vandal town style.Despite the pompous elements of his administrative ideas, Braulenghi himself was an ascetic.He happened to be a fellow student of Sam Pole, Dean of Wendell College, and the two of them used to go fishing for many years, even after the latter was blind, on a deserted, windy lake in the middle of Wendell. Seventy miles to the north of Dyer, in a country as dismal as a slum in nature, overgrown with scrub oaks and pines, a gravel road lined with weeds leads down to the lake.His wife, a simple but lovely woman, always addressed him as "Professor Braulenghi" when referring to him in her club.He gave a course called "The Great Frenchman," which consisted entirely of a set of books from 1882 to 1894 which he had his secretary find in an attic and which had not been kept in the Academy library. Copied from the Hastings Journal of History and Philosophy.