Anyhow sophisticated beggar, you tried, clipped and torn, been there and done it, you done it, nudge nudge, say no more....what's it like?

I never much listened to Dylan until I took a friend on his first Winter campout crampons, ice axes, special felt inner lined boots, the works. Friend kept humming something from "Isis":

"The wind it was howling, the snow was outrageous
We chopped through the night and we chopped throgh the dawn
When he died I was hoping it was not contagious
But I made up my mind I had to go on."