People talk about charm or presence or aura but words can’t capture the beautiful power of the true charismatic. Wilcox was one. He intrigued strangers. Friends fell under his spell. He gave the impression of being always interested, even delighted, in new people and places and things and experiences. It wasn’t an act. Wilcox truly was delighted. That was his charm. Even when he acted like an ass you couldn’t help but forgive him because when he talked about art or architecture or the peculiarities of an eccentric person from history, his enthusiasm, clearly genuine, was also infectious. Sometimes I think that he exuded some “thing,” a chemical or pheromone that intoxicated anyone within range.
Some men talk and you feel impressed with their brilliance. But when Wilcox really got going, the world and everything in it shone brighter.
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