Steinbeck wrote
that there are those who must live in rooms of experience that the rest of us
can never enter--perhaps we should quit trying to intrude into these places,
and simply learn to guard the door.
Indeed, maybe
Dylan put it in best perspective:
I
received your letter yesterday,
about
the time the doorknob broke;
When
you asked how I was doing,
was
that some kind of joke?
All
these people that you mention,
I know
them; they're quite lame.
I had
to rearrange their faces
and
give them all another name.
But
right know, I can't read too good;
don't
send me no more letters, no--
Not
unless you're mailing them
from
Desolation Row.
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