¿What is the View from the Quai Voltaire?

What's actually  to be seen from the Quai Voltaire is the Quai Anatole France, which personnage, thus memorialized, to the embarrassment of many, is my Guide, Philosopher and Friend.  I went nuts in my late teens for Les Dieux ont Soif and L'Ile des Pinguoins, and, above all, la Révolte des Anges,  and I read all of Anatole France's stuff, even the journalism, and liked it, and very much liked and believed entirely credible Brousson's Anatole France en Pantoufles: There is mon cher Maître as I believe and understand him to have been, and yes, pretty much, those are the eyes I see things through.  And the Zola funeral speech, that is me--or I would hope it were me. ¿Am I the only one who notices that--in this damned important eulogy, which is meant as, and was at the time understood to be, a seditious thorn in the ass of the Sovereign Power of the Third French Republic (which was giving itself fits over the Dreyfuss Affair) but which is still after all for chrissakes a eulogy, at a man's obsequies--yet, so faithful  to the Latin Oversoul is our dear Maître, that he cannot in all conscience fail to mention that Zola wrote butt-ugly French prose? That's our man.  He is often  cited as having had the smallest normal brain ever recorded (posthumously weighed and measured)--and I believe he did. I think there wasn't enough room in it for sexual morality or the minutiae of how to behave at a funeral.