Richard Burton was still pondering whether to do my show, and it was thought that my visiting him backstage informally might help. I tried to imagine what fears or hesitations Burton might have about appearing with me. Could he be afraid that the rich voice, those rugged good looks, the manly erotic charm, the hypnotic blue eyes, the articulacy, the fine wit, and the ready storehouse of classical and modern literary quotations and allusions were not quite enough to qualify him for sitting next to Cavett? Could he really think that maybe a boy from Nebraska— who had only been to Yale and not, as he had, Oxford— might outshine all those charms? As my Aunt Eva would say, “The very idea!”
Hoping for the effect of light humor, I said, “I hope I don’t frighten you, Mr. Burton.”
“No, Mr. Cavett, you do not. I do that to myself.”
I liked him immensely.
19 July 2009
Another great one
Rico says that he can't, unfortunately, purloin the video clip, but you can go here and watch it, as well as read the splendid column by Dick Cavett (and where is his likes on late-night television these days?) about Sir Richard Burton:
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