Teddy was gregarious. He loved it. He was warm. John Kennedy on the other hand was quite a shy person. It was not easy for him to get out and shake hands and the rest. He did it very well, but it wasn't easy for him. He was quite a private person.
Bobby, on the other hand, I would compare him as Alice Longworth used to: "He was like a 17th century Jesuit priest." Passionate. One who brooked no opposition. Very intelligent. He was the only man Lyndon Johnson was afraid of.
Bobby was the coldest man I ever met. He should have been an Inquisitor, burning witches. And yet in spite of that you see the depth of thought and feeling he was capable of. That is why he would have made a good president.
When I think of Bobby I often think of Pennebaker's film "Jingle Bells." It's quite short. Christmas '64. Bobby and his kids at their school concert, singing carols at a union hall and so forth. Nothing much happens. But he is haunted. He looks like death is at his elbow.
And then of course the Indianapolis speech. You see it there. The same look. That's not remarked upon much. Nobody knew he was going to mention Jack. His people didn't. He never spoke of Jack.
Bobby knew Shakespeare. He knew the Greeks. I think he had a sense there would be a time to pay the piper.
