Life
Born in Fayence, France, Dulac graduated from École Polytechnique (Paris, class of 1892) and obtained a Doctorate in Mathematics. He started to teach a class of mathematic analysis at University, in Grenoble (France), Algiers (today Algeria) and Poitiers (France). Holder of a pulpit in pure mathematics in the Sciences University of Lyon (France) in 1911, his teaching was suspended during the first world war (1914 – 1918) and he had to serve as officer in the French army. After the war, he became holder of a pulpit of differential and integral calculus and also taught in École Centrale Lyon. He became examiner at École Polytechnique (Paris) and President of the admission jury. Awarded Officer of Legion d'honneur, the French order established by Napoleon and associate member of the French Academy of Sciences, he published part of Euler's works and contributed to the research through many publications in France and abroad.
Father of 3 children, Anie (1901 – 1935), bachelor in mathematics, Jean (1903 – 2005), graduate of École Polytechnique, 1921 and Robert (1904 - 1996), graduate of polytechnique, 1922; he died in Fayence, France, in 1955.
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