The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

When Legends Gather #471


William F. Buckley, Jr., Lauren Bacall and David Niven

4 comments :

Brent McKee said...

I honestly can't imagine a circumstance in which Betty Bacall would have anything nice to say about Bill Buckley - even the time of day.

SomeNYGuy said...

Well, look at his grin -- it's possible she just told him, in an amusing fashion, to eat shit and die.

Is that Shirley Temple lurking in the background on our right?

R.H. said...

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

David Niven.

Tommy O'C said...

It was the occasion of the marriage of David Niven's son, in London, July 8, 1968.

Actually, they were discussing the the presidential election in the fall. Bacall said, "I don't know who'd make a worse president, Bill, you or Nixon."
"Well, one of us is going to be president," Buckley said.
Bacall guffawed. "Not a chance."
Buckley: "How can you be so sure?"
"Let me put it this way, Bill," Bacall replied. "If Nixon wins, I'll blow you."

Hence, Buckley's huge grin.
"I believe I'll take you up on that, Betty, my dear," he said.