Spending the morning, in London, reading Richard Burton’s diaries and his beautiful words about Elizabeth Taylor. How they burn!
19 November 1968 – Paris
“I have been inordinately lucky all my life but the greatest luck of all has been Elizabeth. She has turned me into a moral man but not a prig, she is a wildly exciting lover-mistress, she is shy and witty, she is nobody’s fool, she is a brilliant actress, she is beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography, she can be arrogant and willful, she is clement and loving, Dulcis Imperatrix, she is Sunday’s child, she can tolerate my impossibilities and my drunkenness, she is an ache in the stomach when I am away from her, and she loves me!”
31 August 1969 – Sunday morning
“Time to wake up Maisie [ET]. Life is a waste without her. I might run from her for a thousand years and she is still my baby child. Our love is so furious that we burn each other out.”