Sean Beaudoin

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Sad Day In Harvard Square

Strange as it may seem given my political leanings, I always dug Bill Buckley. I have fond memories of watching Firing Line with my father at the age of eleven, not understanding much of what Buckley said, but being fascinated with his patrician manner and absurd brahmin's vocabulary. I liked his style of interviewing, his unswerving assuredness in the rectitude of his opinions, and his bizarre split-faced winking smirk when someone else made a good point, even if that point sniffed at a certain dreaded liberalism. A man who believed the ability to turn a phrase could change the world.

William F. Buckley Jr. Dies at 82

 NEW YORK — William F. Buckley Jr., the erudite Ivy Leaguer and conservative herald who showered huge and scornful words on liberalism as he observed, abetted and cheered on the right's post-World War II rise from the fringes to the White House, died Wednesday. He was 82.
Editor, columnist, novelist, debater, TV talk show star of "Firing Line," harpsichordist, trans-oceanic sailor and even a good-natured loser in a New York mayor's race, Buckley worked at a daunting pace, taking as little as 20 minutes to write a column for his magazine, the National Review.
Yet on the platform he was all handsome, reptilian languor, flexing his imposing vocabulary ever so slowly, accenting each point with an arched brow or rolling tongue and savoring an opponent's discomfort with wide-eyed glee.
"I am, I fully grant, a phenomenon, but not because of any speed in composition," he wrote in The New York Times Book Review in 1986. "I asked myself the other day, `Who else, on so many issues, has been so right so much of the time?' I couldn't think of anyone."

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