Simon and Garfunkel had dinner one night, then played charades. At least they tried to play charades. They were terrible at it. The best thing I can say about them is that they were better than Bob Dylan. He couldn't get the hang of the 'how many syllables?' thing at all. He couldn't do 'sounds like' either come to think of it. One of the best lyricists in the world, the greatest man of letters on the history of rock music, and he can't seem to tell you whether a word's got one syllable or two syllables or what it rhymes with! He was so hopeless, I started throwing oranges at him.
E.H. John, Me (2019), 129
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