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In Reply to: I hate to admit this.... posted by Hepcat on June 27, 2005 at 21:01:47:
with one possible exception of young (very young) Liz... although her attraction disappeared quickly.
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It was in the 1960s and, in keeping with my adventurous past, I was invited by a couple (the male of whom was a body guard for Liz and Dick) to come to Boston and join them for a banquet at the Copley Plaza.Liz did not come down until things were already going and she was certainly no longer the "dewey-eyed" beauty of National Velvet but the face, the pale skin, the raven hair and (it is close to true), the "violet eyes" were something the likes of which I have never seen again. Her face was mesmerising . . . and impossibly beautiful.
She left early and then (sorry, Liz) came the event of the evening, Hell, for me it was the event of a lifetime. After considerable liquid refreshment (for all of us) Burton began to hold forth; reciting Shakespeare from memory. Excerpts from the plays were remarkable but the sonnets were staggering. The Plaza did not dare run us out and we were there past 03h00.
Even thinking about it now brings goose flesh.
If ever there was a marriage made in Heaven and Hell alike . . . this was the one.
If ever there was a couple whose presence was electric; they were that couple.
If ever there was a couple whose performances are sorely missed . . . they are that couple.
Thank you for the nice story!
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