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Then the old man turns around, and the author gets goosebumps, because the person is obviously sleeping—or maybe he is not sleeping, since he is said to stare at our hero and to sleep at the same time. Another combination of two factors excluding each other, as fog and snowflakes, and that also reminds me of Eyes Wide Shut, a 1999 erotic mystery psychological drama film directed by Stanley Kubrick. Does this ‘sleeping’ refer to his shut eyes or does it mean that he is asleep ‘spiritually’? I do not know, although I have my ideas about it. ‘Who are you, old man?’ the hero of the song shouts at him. The old man utters a guffaw without answering the question and disappears.

‘I wouldn’t believe my eyes,’ the author further says, ‘I would regard everything as the product of my imagination, but then...’ But then, in some years, he sees the old man again—in the mirror. His black hair has turned grey, so now he can recongise himself as the old man he has encountered before in that strange place.

This is, put in simple words, what the lyrics of the song are about. You can notice a characteristic feature of medieval bard songs that also comes to light here: it tells us a story rather than explores the author’s feelings or otherwise deals with subjective states of his or her mind. A very noir, almost psychedelic story as it is, it is still a narrative.

How much can we get from this story? This largely depends on us.

Those of you who have ever watched Dead Poets Society, a 1989 American drama film,might remember the famous ‘Understanding Poetry’ scene. Allow me to give its outline. Mr Keating, the brilliant non-conventional teacher of English, asks Neil, one of his students, to read aloud from the course textbook. Neil then starts to read. The chapter that he is reading is entitled ‘Understanding Poetry’ and written by Dr J. Evans Pritchard, Ph. D. Dr J. Evans Pritchard is in all probability a fictional character. I would like to cite at length what the boy is reading. Here it is.

To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme, and figures of speech, then ask two questions: 1) How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered and 2) How important is that objective? Question one rates the poem's perfection; question two rates its importance. And once these questions have been answered, determining the poem’s greatness becomes a relatively simple matter. If the poem's score for perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph and its importance is plotted on the vertical, then calculating the total area of the poem yields the measure of its greatness. A sonnet by Byron might score high on the vertical but only average on the horizontal. A Shakespearean sonnet, on the other hand, would score high both horizontally and vertically, yielding a massive total area, thereby revealing the poem to be truly great.

Mr Keating then calls the whole preface ‘excrement’ and encourages his class to tear this page out, to rip off the entire preface. In the dustbin with Dr Pritchard it goes.