But to many students, he knew, those paradigms formed a tightening web that strangled ardor.
Clad in his favorite professional attire, a blue jumpsuit from J. C. Penney (“This is the kind of thing that workers in America wear,” he said) with a piece of chalk in one hand and a wineglass — sometimes the whole bottle — in the other, Father Foster immersed his pupils in the living, breathing organism, rife with splendid oratory, gripping prose and more than a few period dirty jokes, that was Latin.
“You do not need to be mentally excellent to know Latin,” he said in the Telegraph interview. “Prostitutes, beggars and pimps in Rome spoke Latin, so there must be some hope for us.”
In 2006, however, he was dismissed from Pontifical Gregorian University in Rome, where he had taught for decades, because of his longstanding refusal to charge his students tuition. Father Foster continued the class, speakeasy-style, in a series of off-campus locations.
To his students, who included clergy and laypeople of all faiths (“You don’t have to be Catholic to love Latin,” he liked to say), he put paid at top volume to any lingering doubts about the relevance of his subject.
“IT’S OUT OF THIS WORLD!” Father Foster bellowed in a class described in the book “The Future of the Past” (2002), in which the journalist Alexander Stille describes the fate of history in the postmodern age. “LATIN IS SIMPLY THE GREATEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED!” Father Foster said,…
