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5/19/96 Eating breakfast at a hotel in the dining room, we see
Bob Dylan and his band and entourage at a table. I bring
over an old, obscure book of his lyrics for him to sign.
He complies, rolling his eyes humorously and making faces
at me. I notice he doesn't really look like Dylan: he's
bigger and darker than I thought, almost like Raul Julia.
Maybe he's a double.
From an ongoing series of journals based on his Dylan Dreams, by
David Reisman.
Reproduced with permission.
