The Twisted Reason Elizabeth II Gave Diana the One Jewel She Feared Most –  Hw

Melbourne, October 31st, 1985. The Southern Cross Hotel is lit like a stage. Outside, it is warm, unseasonably so, even by Australian standards. Inside, 2,000 guests in black tie are watching the Prince and Princess of Wales glide across the ballroom floor. Charles in his naval whites, Diana in a gown the color of still water, and across her forehead, catching the chandelier light with every turn, sits a band of emeralds and old-cut diamonds that has no business being on her forehead at all.

The piece was not designed for this. It was a choker, a regal imperial choker that had once belonged to Queen Mary, who had received it from the Maharani of Patiala during the 1911 Delhi Durbar. It was crafted by Garrard in 1921. Its diamonds alone were estimated decades later to be worth upward of 10 million pounds.

And Diana had placed it on her head like a crown. Thousands of miles away at Buckingham Palace, the Queen was not amused. What looked like a fashion accident, and royal biographer Kitty Kelley would later claim it was exactly that, a necklace that got stuck while Diana was dressing in a hurry, landed at the palace with the force of a quiet detonation.

Not because the jewelry was damaged. Not because a protocol had been violated in any legally binding sense. But because the woman who had given Diana that choker, the woman who understood better than anyone alive how every millimeter of royal presentation carried meaning, saw something in that image that chilled her to the bone.

She saw a woman who could not be controlled. If you have ever wondered why the most powerful monarchy in the world goes to war over a piece of jewelry, stay with me. Because this is not a story about fashion. It is a story about control and what happens when control breaks. To understand why a choker unsettled Elizabeth so deeply, you have to understand how she thought about jewelry.

Not as decoration. As infrastructure. When Elizabeth ascended the throne in 1953 at 25 years old, she was the youngest monarch Britain had seen in over a century. She was also, by the brutal mathematics of public life, too young to project the gravity the role required. Other monarchs had decades of wrinkles and wars to lend them weight.

She had good cheekbones and a formidable mother. And so, she built her authority piece by piece in the only language that translated instantly across all 54 Commonwealth nations, all time zones, all television sets image. The formula she arrived at was specific enough to be almost architectural. Long pearl necklaces, single strand for day, double or triple for evening, paired with high necklines.

The result was a clean, unbroken vertical line from jaw to chest. In the visual language of power, that vertical line was everything. It said steady. It said composed. It said this woman is not moved by small things. Royal jewelry specialist Leslie Field observed that for Elizabeth, all of the jewels were a reflection of the office and her position.

She had found a formula that worked and never strayed from it, effectively transforming her jewels into something as intrinsic to who she was as her perfected smile. Every brooch chosen for diplomatic signal. Every tiara calibrated to the occasion. And every necklace in every public appearance for 70 years designed to extend and reinforce that unbroken vertical line.

The pearls themselves carried older meaning. Worn by every significant female monarch in British history, from Elizabeth I, who used them to signify purity and virginal authority, to Queen Victoria, to Queen Mary, they arrived to Elizabeth II already freighted with centuries of institutional memory. When she wore them, she was not simply dressing.

She was inserting herself into a lineage that stretched back through the most turbulent centuries in European history. She was saying, “I belong to something larger than this moment, and this moment cannot touch me.” A choker, by its very geometry, does the opposite. It sits high on the neck. It cuts the line.

It says, “Here is a boundary. Here is a limit. Here is where the body ends.” For most women, that is aesthetically interesting. For a queen who had spent decades communicating serenity through posture, it was intolerable. There was something else, too. A choker, in its most literal reading, is a thing that constricts.

Elizabeth had spent 70 years refusing constriction of any kind. The woman who quietly declined to be dominated by the oversized architectural tiaras of her grandmother, Queen Mary. The woman who passed away pieces that felt too heavy, too imperial, too demanding of a specific kind of theatrical power she had decided was not hers.

She was not a queen who wore her authority like armor. She wore it like a second skin, invisible, effortless, absolute. Chokers required performance. Long pearls required nothing. They simply were. Into Elizabeth’s carefully ordered world came over the decades a series of chokers. Each one magnificent. Each one in its own way impossible. The first arrived not in a gift box, but in a sales ledger.

In 1931, Queen Mary, Elizabeth’s grandmother, a woman who understood jewelry as political currency, purchased a choker from the London dealer Hennell and Son. The piece was four rows of luminous pearls interspersed by 20 diamond bars with an angular sapphire and diamond clasp that could be detached and worn as two separate bracelets.

Its price, 6,000 pounds. Its previous owner, Empress Maria Feodorovna of Russia. Maria Feodorovna, born Princess Dagmar of Denmark in 1847, married into the Romanov dynasty in 1866, mother of Tsar Nicholas II, had been photographed wearing this exact choker with her sisters in the 1890, and her empire still felt permanent.

She was, by every account, a woman of formidable intelligence and political instinct. The Nobel brothers described her as the mother of the Russian oil industry. Count Witte, architect of the Trans-Siberian Railway, wrote that her charm and sharp mind attracted to her everyone who had the happiness of knowing her.

She wore her finest jewels in public as a matter of principle, believing that royals owed their visible presence to the people who observed them. And then the revolution came. In 1917, Maria Feodorovna evacuated from Crimea aboard a British battleship HMS Marlborough, dispatched at the personal request of King George V, her nephew. She carried almost nothing. Almost.

The sapphire choker survived. Several brooches survived. The Pearl Wave Tiara survived. Survivors, all of them, of the complete obliteration of everything she had known. She lived out her final years in Denmark in the house of her nephew, King Christian X, in a state of studied denial, refusing to believe until the day she died in 1928 that her son Nicholas and his entire family had been shot in a basement in Yekaterinburg.

The woman who had once helped govern 1/6 of the world’s land surface was reduced to waiting. When she died, her daughters Olga and Xenia were left nearly destitute, selling pieces of the imperial collection to fund their lives in exile. Queen Mary was a willing and enthusiastic buyer. So, when this sapphire choker passed to Elizabeth in 1953, it carried within it the complete collapse of the Romanov dynasty, the bodies of a tsar and his children, and the quiet desperation of grand duchesses forced to sell the

remnants of an empire at whatever the market would bear. Elizabeth wore it twice in her youth. Then passed it quietly to Princess Anne. The second choker arrived with better diplomatic credentials, but an equally complicated physical reality. In the 1970s, the Japanese government presented Elizabeth with a gift of four luminous pearl strands centered around a bold diamond clasp made by Garrard, an object of genuine craftsmanship that nonetheless interrupted the vertical line Elizabeth had cultivated for two decades.

She wore it on official visits to Bangladesh in 1983 and Canada in 1984, then retired it. Catherine, Princess of Wales, would eventually resurrect it with complete ease at Windsor Castle state events decades later. What looked impossible on one generation of royal neck looked inevitable on the next. And then, in the royal collection, there was the one piece that carried all of this tension to its absolute limit.

The Art Deco emerald and diamond choker made by Garrard in 1921. Inherited by Elizabeth in 1953, unworn for decades. She gave it to Diana on her wedding day in 1981 as part of a suite of heirloom jewelry passed to the new Princess of Wales. A gesture of extraordinary generosity. Or, and this is the reading that haunts an unconscious recognition that the choker had been waiting all along for someone who would not be afraid of it.

The story, as Kitty Kelley tells it in The Royals, is almost comedic in its ordinariness. Diana was running late, as she often was. She tried to put the choker on over her head, rather than wait for someone to clasp it at the back of her neck. It got stuck at the bridge of her nose. Victor Chapman, a Canadian diplomat who happened to be present, took one look at the situation and laughed.

“Leave it there,” he said. “It’s young and fun, like you.” And so, Diana did. Diana’s long-time hair stylist, Richard Dalton, tells a slightly different version, that Diana had a sunburn across her neck from the Australian sun, and simply could not bear the pressure of the necklace against her skin. He claims it was his suggestion, not Chapman’s.

This was a totally spontaneous moment, he wrote in his memoir. I said to Diana, “Lace, try something different.” The photographs from that evening, in any version, are among the happiest images ever taken of the Prince and Princess of Wales. Charles is grinning. Diana is radiant. The emeralds are extraordinary against her teal satin, and even under the harsh ballroom lighting, the whole image has the quality of something effortless and alive.

At Buckingham Palace, according to royal commentator Deborah Attanasio, the reaction was immediate. “It was a piece that the Queen was very fond of, but which she in turn decided to pass on to Diana as a wedding gift,” Attanasio told Marie Claire Italia. According to sources close to the Queen, having seen what Diana had done with it, Her Majesty became very irritated.

Not because the necklace had been damaged. Not because there was any formal rule against wearing a choker as a headband. But because in Elizabeth’s precise and unforgiving system of visual communication, Diana had just done something the Queen had spent her entire reign refusing to do. She had made royal jewelry look like play.

And worse, she had made it look like freedom. The choker that Elizabeth had avoided for aesthetic and symbolic reasons had just been transformed in one unrehearsed moment in a Melbourne hotel into exactly what its name implies at its original French root, quel que chose que serre, something that grips at the throat.

Only this time it was not Diana who was gripped. It was the palace. Because the image of Diana in those emeralds wearing a Queen’s necklace as a crown of her own invention traveled across the world overnight. It appeared on front pages in 30 countries. It made Diana, in the estimation of the editors who ran those images, the most photographed woman alive.

Every journalist who saw it understood instinctively what no palace press secretary was willing to say out loud, that here was a woman who could take the establishment’s own symbols and make them hers on her own terms without permission. Who could wear a royal heirloom as a headband and have the world call it fashion.

While the palace called it an outrage, Elizabeth understood it, too. And from that point forward, the choker, already an uncomfortable object in her personal taxonomy of jewelry, became something else entirely. A marker. A reminder that there were things in the royal collection that she could not fully control because she could not control the people she gave them to.

Diana wore the emerald choker again. Many times. She paired it with a black beaded Jacques Azagury gown on the last birthday of her life at a low-key gala at the Tate Gallery in London on July 1st, 1997. She turned 36 that evening. 51 days later, she was dead. The choker went back to Buckingham Palace. Back into its fitted case. Back into the archive where the Japanese pearl necklace and the Russian and sapphire choker and all the others sat in the dark waiting.

25 years after Diana wore it for the last time and 37 years after that Melbourne ballroom, the choker reappeared. Catherine, Princess of Wales, wore it to the Earthshot Prize Awards in Boston on December 2nd, 2022. Around her wrist, a matching bracelet. In her ears, emerald drops and pavé diamond halos. The whole presentation was coordinated, deliberate, and entirely different in feel from Diana’s spontaneous moment professional, where Diana was playful, composed, where Diana was alive.

But the effect was the same. Every camera in the room found the emeralds. By the following morning, the choker was on every style website in the world. Elizabeth died 2 months earlier in September of that year. She never saw Catherine wear the piece. But the choice to revive it so quickly with such clear intentionality suggested that within the new royal family, there was a different understanding of what a choker could mean, not restriction, but statement.

Not constraint, but declaration. The Romanov sapphire choker, meanwhile, has become one of Princess Anne’s most worn pieces, the one Elizabeth passed on years ago and Anne claimed as her own without ambivalence. She has worn it at Prince William’s 2011 wedding gala, at her own 50th birthday portrait, at state events and private dinners across four decades.

On Anne, it never looks like a challenge to anyone. It looks simply like what it is, a piece of extraordinary history worn by a woman who sees no reason to be frightened of it. Maria Feodorovna wore it to photograph with her sisters in an era when her world still felt permanent. She wore it when she could not have imagined that her son would be executed, that her empire would be dissolved, that her daughters would be forced to sell her jewelry to English queens for fractions of what it was worth just to survive. She wore it as a declaration of

presence, “I am here. I am powerful. I am not going anywhere.” And then the world changed as worlds do. And the choker traveled across the revolution, across the channel, across generations of women who each brought to it their own understanding of what it meant to hold something at the throat until it found a new clasp and a new declaration as different from the original as the 21st century is from the 19th.

Elizabeth saw all of this and chose with characteristic precision to set it aside. The Queen who understood better than anyone alive that every jewel communicates something decided that what this particular category of jewel communicated, the constriction, the cutline, the compressed vertical, the suggestion that even a Queen’s authority has a physical limit, was not the message she wanted to send.

What is remarkable looking back is not the refusal itself. Monarchs refuse things all the time for reasons both petty and profound. What is remarkable is the consistency, the absolute philosophical coherence of it. For 70 years, across 12 prime ministers, across seven decades of geopolitical upheaval, the dissolution of an empire, and the reinvention of its successor, Elizabeth I I never once wavered in her understanding of what she was communicating with her body.

The long line. The unbroken vertical. The signal that said nothing can cut me. A choker is, at its most literal, a thing that holds at the throat. And Elizabeth I, from the moment she put on the crown in Westminster Abbey at 25 years old, had decided that nothing would hold her at the throat. Not fashion. Not sentiment.

Not even the most magnificent sapphire that survived the Russian Revolution or the emerald that made Diana famous in a Melbourne ballroom. The only question, perhaps, is whether that kind of control sustained, total, unrelenting for seven decades is a form of power or something else entirely.

QQ4 Bob Dylan and Keith Richards have been close friends for nearly 40 years. The friendship began on a live television program in November of 1986 in the 11 seconds after Bob Dylan called Keith Richards music derivative on camera. Keith Richard’s response to that assessment, one sentence said without anger, without performance, with the specific directness of a man who has nothing to prove and knows it made Bob Dylan laugh.

Then made Bob Dylan go quiet. then made Bob Dylan say two words that people who know Bob Dylan say he almost never said to anyone. This is the story of those 11 seconds and the 40 years that followed them. The program was a live music interview special broadcast on an American network on the evening of November 3rd, 1986. The format was simple.

Two musicians, a host, an hour of conversation about music and the state of it. The producers had assembled the pairing of Bob Dylan and Keith Richards with the specific calculation of television producers who understand that two people with equally strong and potentially incompatible views about what music is and what it should do will produce better television than two people who agree about everything.

The calculation was correct, though not in the way the producers had anticipated. Bob Dylan was 45 years old in November of 1986. Bob Dylan had released Empire Burlesque the previous year and had been on the road for most of the intervening period as part of the True Confessions tour with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

Bob Dylan was in November of 1986 in one of the most prolific and restless phases of a career that had consisted almost entirely of prolific and restless phases. A career that had moved through folk, rock, country, gospel, and back again, that had been declared finished at least six times by the music press, and at each time continued with the serene indifference of a river to the opinions of people standing on its banks.

Bob Dylan had been redefining what music could be. Since 1962, Bob Dylan had invented and reinvented himself so many times that reinvention had become his defining characteristic, not in the superficial sense of a performer changing costumes, but in the deeper sense of a musician who had never allowed his work to settle into a form that could be anticipated or categorized from the outside.

Bob Dylan understood influence and originality and the relationship between them better than almost anyone alive in 1986. Bob Dylan had spent 24 years thinking carefully and specifically about where music came from and where music was going and what it meant that those two things were always in constant conversation with each other.

Keith Richards was 42 years old in November of 1986. Keith Richards had been playing guitar professionally since 1962. Keith Richards had built a career on a foundation of American blues and rhythm and blues. A foundation that Keith Richards had studied with the systematic devotion of someone who understood that the tradition he was building on was not incidental to the music he was making, but essential to it.

that you could not understand what Keith Richards did without understanding where Keith Richards had come from and what Keith Richards had been listening to since he was a teenager in Dartford with American Import Records and a secondhand guitar and no teacher except the recordings themselves. Keith Richards had never pretended otherwise. Keith Richards had in fact spent considerable energy across his career making the lineage explicit, naming the artists, citing the recordings, insisting on the acknowledgement of influence that the mainstream music

industry had a long history of suppressing or ignoring or crediting to the wrong people. If anything, Keith Richards was more transparent about his sources than most musicians of his generation. Keith Richards had always said openly that the Rolling Stones came directly from the blues, that Muddy Waters and Robert Johnson and the specific tradition of the Mississippi Delta were not background influences, but foundational ones.

The music Keith Richards made was in direct and sustained conversation with that tradition, something Keith Richards considered not a limitation, but a responsibility and a form of respect. The interview had been running for 8 minutes when the host asked Bob Dylan about the current state of rock and roll.

Bob Dylan answered with the density and the indirection that characterized Bob Dylan’s responses to direct questions, turning the question over, approaching it from an unexpected angle, finding his way to what he actually thought through a series of observations that moved like a river rather than a road. Bob Dylan was not a straightforward interview subject.

Bob Dylan had been asked about rock and roll in hundreds of interviews across 24 years and had developed the habit of treating the question as an invitation to think out loud rather than a request for a prepared position. The producer Gerald Sherman said afterward that in the first 8 minutes of the interview, he had been slightly anxious, not because anything was going wrong, but because nothing was going anywhere in particular yet.

The interview had the feeling of two conversations happening simultaneously. Bob Dylan’s internal one and the external one visible to the cameras. And Gerald Sherman was not certain in those first eight minutes that the two conversations would converge into something. Bob Dylan talked about influence. Bob Dylan talked about originality.

Bob Dylan talked about the difference between music that absorbed a tradition and transformed it and music that absorbed a tradition and reproduced it. And then Bob Dylan made his assessment. And then Bob Dylan said with the precision of a man making a musical assessment rather than a personal judgment that the Rolling Stones work, and Bob Dylan was specific, naming Keith Richards as the guitarist whose approach he was discussing was derivative in a way that Bob Dylan found limiting.

Bob Dylan said it without hostility. Bob Dylan said it as a technical observation about the relationship between source material and the work that came from it. Bob Dylan said that Keith Richards played the blues the way the blues had already been played, rather than using the blues as a starting point for something that had not yet been played.

Keith Richards had been listening to this with the specific attention Keith Richards gave to things being said about music by people who knew music. Keith Richards did not interrupt. Keith Richards did not shift in his chair or display any of the visible signals of a person preparing a defensive response. Keith Richards listened to Bob Dylan’s complete observation all the way to its conclusion without interrupting and without displaying any visible signal of preparing a response.

Then Keith Richards said one sentence. The sentence was not a rebuttal. The sentence did not defend Keith Richards music or argue for its originality or challenge Bob Dylan’s characterization of what the blues meant in the context of rock and roll. The sentence was something else entirely, something that required a specific kind of confidence to say.

The confidence of a person who has spent long enough thinking about the same things as the person they are talking to that they can locate the exact point where their thinking diverges and say something useful about that point rather than simply defending their own position. The sentence acknowledged everything Bob Dylan had said, the assessment, the distinction Bob Dylan was drawing, the specific musical concern underlying the observation, and then turned it 90°.

Keith Richards took Bob Dylan’s own framework, the one Bob Dylan had used to analyze Keith Richards relationship to the blues tradition, and applied it back to Bob Dylan’s work with the same precision Bob Dylan had used to apply it to Keith Richards. Spare aimed. The sentence asked Bob Dylan something about Bob Dylan’s own music, about the relationship between Bob Dylan’s sources and Bob Dylan’s output that Bob Dylan had not been asked on television before.

The sentence did not attack. The sentence illuminated. Bob Dylan laughed. The laugh was not the polite laugh of someone responding to a joke. The laugh was the involuntary laugh of someone who has been genuinely surprised. The specific kind of surprise that a person of exceptional intelligence experiences when someone else’s intelligence exceeds their expectations.

Bob Dylan laughed for 4 seconds. Then Bob Dylan stopped laughing. Then Bob Dylan was quiet for 3 seconds in the way that Bob Dylan was quiet when Bob Dylan was thinking rather than performing thought. Then Bob Dylan said, “You’re right.” The producer in the booth, a man named Gerald Sherman, who had been working in television for 14 years, said afterward that in 14 years of live television production, he had never heard Bob Dylan say those two words in a public forum.

Gerald Sherman said he had worked with Bob Dylan on two previous occasions and had observed Bob Dylan in numerous other contexts and that you’re right was not a phrase that Bob Dylan deployed easily or often because Bob Dylan had spent 24 years being right about music in ways that other people eventually caught up with. And the experience of being right ahead of everyone else does not generally produce a man who says you’re right readily when someone else makes a point.

The host of the program, a journalist named Patricia Wells, who had been interviewing musicians for 12 years, said afterward that the 11 seconds between Bob Dylan’s assessment and Bob Dylan saying, “You’re right,” were the most extraordinary 11 seconds of television she had been present for. Patricia Wells said that what she witnessed in those 11 seconds was not a debate or a confrontation or a celebrity exchange of competing opinions.

Patricia Wells said what she witnessed was one musician recognizing another musician as an equal, which was in the specific context of Bob Dylan in 1986, not something that happened in public very often. The interview continued for another 42 minutes after those 11 seconds. The conversation between Bob Dylan and Keith Richards in the remaining 42 minutes was described by everyone who watched it as fundamentally different from the first 8 minutes.

The host, Patricia Wells, who had been conducting music interviews for 12 years and understood the difference between the performance of conversation and actual conversation, said that at approximately the 9-minute mark, something shifted in the studio. That the formal interview, architecture dissolved, and what replaced it was something less structured and more genuine.

Bob Dylan and Keith Richards talked about influence and originality and the blues and what it meant to build on a tradition without being consumed by it. They talked about specific recordings and specific musicians with the specificity of two people who had spent their entire adult lives thinking about these things and rarely found another person who had thought about them with equivalent care.

They talked about where music came from and where music was going and whether those two questions were actually one question or two. Patricia Wells said afterward that she had asked approximately four questions in the remaining 42 minutes because Bob Dylan and Keith Richards did not require questions. They required only a room and a camera and the shared understanding that what they were saying together was worth recording carefully.

She said it was the best interview she had ever conducted and that she had conducted the smallest part of it. After the program, Bob Dylan and Keith Richards were in the corridor outside the studio when the host Patricia Wells passed them. Patricia Wells said she did not stop because she did not want to interrupt.

She observed them for approximately 30 seconds from a distance. She said they were talking with the ease of people who had known each other for years rather than people who had met for the first time 2 hours earlier. She said that something had shifted between them during the broadcast that the broadcast had made permanent rather than temporary.

She continued down the corridor and did not look back. She said in her account of that evening that she had decided in that moment not to interrupt the conversation because some conversations are more valuable than any question a journalist might ask and that the conversation she had observed for 30 seconds in the corridor outside the studio was one of them.

She had been a music journalist for 12 years. She recognized the difference. Bob Dylan and Keith Richards have maintained their friendship across four decades. They have appeared together at various events, most significantly at the concert for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1995, where people who were present described them as inseparable for most of the evening, occupying the same corner of the backstage area and talking with the concentrated attention of people who only have a limited amount of time together and intend to use it

well. Bob Dylan has spoken about Keith Richards in interviews with the specific thoughtful care that Bob Dylan reserves for musicians whose work Bob Dylan considers genuinely important rather than merely culturally prominent. Keith Richards has spoken about Bob Dylan in similar terms with the specific respect of someone who recognizes in another person a commitment to music that goes deeper than career.

Neither Bob Dylan nor Keith Richards has made a public statement specifically about how the friendship began or about the November 1986 interview. Bob Dylan has not mentioned the 11 seconds. Keith Richards has not mentioned the sentence. The interview exists in the archive. The 11 seconds are there. The laugh is there. The two words are there.

What is also there for anyone who watches the interview from its beginning and pays attention to the shift that happens at the 9-minute mark is the specific moment when two people who thought they were appearing on a television program discovered they were actually talking to each other. What Keith Richards said in that one sentence has never been officially reported.

The people who were in the studio that evening, Gerald Sherman, Patricia Wells, the floor crew, the two camera operators, the makeup artist who was watching from the side of the set, have described the sentence in consistent terms. They have described its effect. They have described Bob Dylan’s laugh and Bob Dylan’s silence and Bob Dylan’s two words.

They have not repeated the sentence itself in the specific understanding that the sentence was said between two musicians on a television program and that its power resided in the specific context of that exchange and would not survive removal from it intact. What can be said is this. Keith Richards said something to Bob Dylan about Bob Dylan’s music that used Bob Dylan’s own observation about Keith Richards as its starting point and arrived somewhere that Bob Dylan had not anticipated.

Keith Richards turned Bob Dylan’s assessment 90° and showed Bob Dylan something about the music they had both spent their lives making that Bob Dylan recognized immediately as true. And Bob Dylan said, “You’re right.” Two words said by Bob Dylan in public on live television in 1986 to Keith Richards in response to a single sentence Keith Richards had said about music.

Two words that Gerald Sherman, who had worked with Bob Dylan on two previous occasions, said he had never heard Bob Dylan say in a public forum. Two words that Patricia Wells, who had been interviewing musicians for 12 years, said were the most significant two words she had heard in those 12 years. Not because of their content, but because of who said them and what it cost to say them and what it meant that Keith Richards had produced them in 11 seconds from a conversation that began with Bob Dylan calling Keith Richards’s music derivative. And Keith Richards and

Bob Dylan have been close friends for nearly 40 years. The sentence did its work in 11 seconds on the evening of November 3rd, 1986. The work has been ongoing ever since. If this story moved you, subscribe and leave a comment below. Have you ever said something to someone that turned a potential disagreement into an unexpected and lasting connection? Tell us about it in the comments below.

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