William F. Buckley‘s voice had a wonderfully deep timbre, and his chilly blue eyes had a faintly demonic glint as he was making his points against opponents. I’m asking myself if any TV interviewer today introduces guests in this slightly jaundiced way that seems to be saying to the viewer “this man or woman doesn’t pass muster according to my sights, and is possibly not be trusted.”
Nobody would dare do this today, and yet there was something delicious in Buckley’s way of putting his guests down. He was like a man who was masterful with a bullwhip snapping a fly off a horse’s ear.
