| Perhaps the charm of Hejira rest
in its anomalous status; perhaps not. What I can tell you is
that
it has to it that power reserved for the greatest things in life:
it defies description. If, like me, you are a prisoner of rhythm,
grab hold of it and listen to it. If, for you, it seems a more
fitting herald of winter than practically anything else in the
world, then: 1. I’m sorry, and 2. You’re welcome. |
