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was myUncommon
7,freshman
2008,Man7:51
yearpmat Yale. I was fresher than most and from Nebraska so ju
st about
Mr. Cecileverything
Lang, my English
I saw, teacher,
heard andended
did that
a class
yearone
astonished
day withme.the words, You mig
ht want to drop by the Law School tonight. A man I consider one of the most dang
erous menwasinaAmerica
Onstage tall, interesting-looking
is lecturing there.manI unlike
went. anything in my experience. A
speaker so vocally various, so facially vigorous, so versatile of eyebrow, so ec
centric of movement and gesture even rising virtually on point at times for emphas
is. This
Only a handful
was notofjust
the best
a speaker.
comic actors
This wascould
a performer.
display such an arsenal of physica
l and vocal variety. Afterwards, I walked to my room, my head ringing with un-cl
iched,
IThis would
washalf-understood
have
somehad
kindnooftrouble
strange
phrases.
believing,
genius,
Like, alien
and
as I learned
theanything
to mental
years
spastics
Idlater,
everwho
seenread
that andthe
at The
heard.
Nation.
age
of 8 (sic) when some kids still write to Santa this guy had written to the King
The of politics
England, in demanding
his speechcertain
had meant
war debtnothing
reparations.
to me. I discovered my first editor
ial page that year and had to be reminded what Right and Left meant. When I than
ked my teacher for having recommended such an entertaining evening, he said some
thing I wasnt sure I understood: Buckleys amazing, isnt he? If he had a little more
Iofcertainly
Years thepass,
commonand
never
touch,
I suddenly
expected
hed befind
toameet
truly
myself
him.
dangerous
in the daunting
man. world of hosting a talk s
how. I had seen a lot of Buckley on his own show a formidable presence on the sc
reen and
Because it was
thereBuckley,
he was Ionwasmy nervous
next weeks
in aguest
way Ilist.
dont think I ever was before or
since. If youd asked me what exactly I was nervous about, I doubt that I could ha
ve defined
Then
Conversation
I foundit.seemed
out. to be moving along nicely when, in reference to something he
had just brought up, I said, Im not really familiar with that. Back came, You dont s
Ieemthink
Wham!
If hetomeant
beI nearly
familiar
it tolost
bewith
funny,
consciousness.
anything.
it wasnt.ItThere
was awasrotten
a kind
thing
of sympathetic
to say to a ouch
beginner.
sound fr
om the audience as I heard myself utter a feeble, Oh, Imfamiliar with everything. Th
e rest is blank, except for the thought that this new job wasnt always going to b
e fun. It was a moment that at a later time both of us would have been funny abo
ut.now
We Notmake
then.a cinematic,
Somehow I got fast-forward
through thejump-cut
rest oftothetheshow
future
on automatic
that willpilot.
seem at f
Airsttranquil,
like a sparkling
non sequiturbluebitbayfrom
in the
a confusingly
Caribbean.edited
Severalfilm.
people are being pulled
horizontally in a human chain through the water. Power is supplied by one of th
ose expensive Hammacher Schlemmer toys. A sturdy little German-made putt-putt ga
s engine sold so rich folks, frolicking, can enjoy . . . um, being pulled throug
h water.
Two men in the short line of swim-suited, giggling aquatic revelers are recogniz
able. A tourist bystander asks her friend, Hey, can that be Dick Cavett? Where? There
. In the water. The guy clinging to the naked lower calves of William F. Buckley
Jr. As the latter might have answered her with that famous and much imitated res
onance,
Obviously
Over theMirabile
intervening
our relationship
dictu,
years,
madame,
had
thetaken
Cavetts
you aareturn
and
correct.
for Buckleys
the the better.had become friends. Bil
l and his tall and striking wife, Pat whose elegance, smarts and wit made her th
e perfectly suited WFB mate were there on their beautiful sailboat/yacht. (Pat w
as Patricia,
They had sailed of from
course,Newbut
York,
I never
the yacht
heardcaptained
anyone callby Bill,
her that.)
the undaunted sailor
. By this time he had been an eagerly welcomed guest on my show numerous times.
What
IButfelt
one
heIday
might
justI had
havetotermed
remembered
ask him
it.
ourabout
initial
it. Icontretemps
recreated itwasexactly.
forgotten.
He clearly didnt r
ecall it and seemed a bit embarrassed. I had gotten to know and to like him so m
uch by then that I was sorry Id brought it up. It clearly disturbed him. I quickl
y offered
Is
Precisely,
there any
himhechance
ansaid,
out.you
taking
had myme offer
confusedandwith
flashing
Davidthat
Frost?
trademark
I asked.
wink and grin. We
It is cocktail time below deck. My wife and Bill were fond of each other and enj
**********
laughed.
oyed making each other laugh. (I do enjoy Bill, she said once. I just wish it didnt
make me feel unfaithful to Gore.) In her omnivorous reading she had downed a heav
y tome on Catholicism, and asked him to clarify some abstruse point about St. Pa
ul and the theological
Well, founding of question
the churchbecomes
that seemed
he began,
to herbut
somehow
seemedself-contradictory.
to get stuck. He backed
up and started a whole new sentence and came up short again. Before he could st
art a third, his amused spouse said, Bill, you always like to try new things. Why
Later
not admit
that year,
you dont
in view
knowofthehisanswer?
strikingAfter
out on
a moment,
the religious
he joinedquestion,
in the helaughter.
gave
my wife the Harvard Concordance to Shakespeare, containing every single word in th
e plays
It weighed andaevery
ton, and
linehecontaining
cautionedthather about
word; reading
a monumentit in
of the
scholarship.
bathtub. It was i
nscribed, From one who was at a temporary loss for words, to one who now never ne
ed be.
She responded
Affectionately,
by sendingBill.
him a cherished old volume given to her by the writer J
ean Stafford. I hated to see it go, but had to admit it was the absolute ideal g
ift for William F. Buckley. Its incredible but accurate title: The Pilgrims Progre
ss put:
She
(End in Part
of Words
ForOne)
of Oneshould
Bill, Syllable.
he ever need some. Love, Carrie Nye.