Around 1990, a classmate returned from a semester in Rome and told me about a strange and remarkable Vatican Latinist she’d encountered. He might have been insane, she thought, but she was sure he was brilliant. He was one of the few people anywhere who spoke the language fluently. It was the first I’d heard of Reginald Foster. She marveled at his worker’s jumpsuit.

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