Miquel Street

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Every morning when he got up Hat would sit on the banister of his back verandah and shout across, ‘What happening there, Bogart?’ Bogart would turn in his bed and mumble softly, so that no one heard, ‘What happening there, Hat?’ It was something of a mystery why he was called Bogart; but I suspect that it was Hat who gave him thename. I don’t know if you remember the year the film Casablanca was made. That was the year whenBogart’s fame spread like fire through Port of Spain and hundreds of young men began adopting thehardboiled Bogartian attitude. Before they called him Bogart they called him Patience, because he played that game from morn till night. Yet he never liked cards. Whenever you went over to Bogart’s little room you found him sitting on his bed with the cards in sevenlines on a small table in front of him. ‘What happening there, man?’ he would ask quietly, and then he would say nothing for ten or fifteen minutes. And somehow you felt you couldn’t really talk to Bogart, he looked so bored and superior. His eyes were small and sleepy. His face was fat and his hair was gleaming black. His arms were plump. Yet he was not a funny man. He did everything with a captivating languor. Even when he licked his thumb to deal out the cards there was grace in it. He was the most bored man I ever knew. He made a pretence of making a living by tailoring, and he had even paid me some money to write asign for him.

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