My, my, my. Having spent the night out, I decided, at 2am, to watch my copy of 'Don't Look Back' for the umpteenth time. And, following the showing in 908, I turned (as I habitually do) to The New York Times Film Archives. And the irony of this was too great to pass up, even if it is 3:30 in the morning:

Donal J. Henahan wrote in September 1967:

"It will be a good joke on us all if, in fifty years or so, Dylan is regarded as a significant figure in English poetry."

Now, turn to last Sunday's Times:

'Dylan's Visions of Sin'

"Christopher Ricks...the great British literary critic, newly elected Oxford Professor of Poetry...[has brought Dylan] to a place among the greatest poets in the English language."

For the times, my dear friends, they are a-changin'.

When you're feeling kind of lonesome in your mind/With a heartache followin' you so close behind/Call out to me as I ramble by/I'll sing a song for you/That's what I'm here to do/To sing for you-S.