by Patrick Regis

Présumé took me to meet Patrick Régis, who lived with his aunt in a house off the Rue Espagnole, near the city gate. Régis was a tall man, with a high forehead and a round face like the moon; he spoke the elegant, eighteenth century French of a man of classical Haitian education. Présumé told me that Régis had attained the degree of philosophy, but afterward had found no employment. It was he, Présumé, who'd counseled Régis to become a painter.


Madison Smartt Bell