"You know Bob Dylan's line about the difference between hospitals and universities?" "No." "More people die in universities.

"Listen to that," she said as Bob Dylan's harmonica blew out the pain and isolation.

Dylan's intensity, the smell of curry, Amber's perfect body next to Art's shoulders, and her own unnamed passion coalesced into another moment she would never forget.

In the charged space between Dylan's music and Eve's beauty, Patrick thought about significant digits.