"In '64, I came to NYC to start my career, and after just two months I somehow got the role of Bert Lahr's son in the David Merrick musical, Foxy. I never took my eyes off him, offstage and on. He was always worrying about his performance when he was backstage, but when he'd hit the boards a motor started running, a powerful force that drove him to kill 'em every night. He wasn't easy to talk with, but what a lesson in stage craft."
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