Bob Dylan...
On Thursday, just as I am saying goodbye to Margaret Atwood at the end of our interview, I get a text message. “Oh,” I say. “Bob Dylan’s won the Nobel prize.” She is about to have her photograph taken, and is arranging a rakish grey felt hat atop her steely curls. She looks at me, opens her mouth very slightly, and widens her eyes. They are the faintly unrealistic blue of a Patagonian glacier.
“For what?” she says, aspirating the word “what” with devastating effect.
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/oct/15/margaret-atwood-interview-english-pen-pinter-prize

BobbyChessticles wrote:
The same old painted lady from the brow of the Superbrain
hey Doc - whatever happened to your thread on medical advice and consultation