Songs that floated in a luminous haze

Bob Dylan's memoir, Chronicles, is excerpted in Newsweek. "I really was never any more than what I was—a folk musician who gazed into the gray mist with tear-blinded eyes and made up songs that floated in a luminous haze. Now it had blown up in my face and was hanging over me. I wasn't a preacher performing miracles. It would have driven anybody mad."