¹¹This last motive is also closely related to the culminating lines in another classic Dylan song, ‘Mr Tambourine Man’ (1965): ‘Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, | down the foggy ruins of time, | far past the frozen leaves, | The haunted, frightened trees, / out to the windy beach, | Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.’ Here the Tree offers a whole chain of images in a rite de passage away from ‘the twisted reach of crazy sorrow’, out to the freedom on the beach, where on can dance ‘with one hand waving free’. (As an aside, one might, at least in a parenthesis, wonder when was the last time Dylan himself did that; his present-day persona doesn’t invite that kind of images. Then again, that’s his concern only.)