Hendlin: Well, there was something unseen that made their air different from our air. Something from another world happened across the road all of those years ago. Four dudes from Liverpool came to Hamburg as nobody and left as The Beatles. What the fuck went on over there? What was it? And how can we recreate it? Something colossal took place a mere two hundred yards from where we are sitting. (looking back at me) Doesn’t that spin you out?
She puts the chopstick down next to its partner.
The Critic: I’ve never really thought about it like that before.
Hendlin: Back then, they burped (letting out a not-so-feminine belch) just like I did, but then with the next breath they wrote ‘A Hard Day’s Night’. Crazy, right? (waving away burp stink) Doesn’t that just defy everything we’ve been taught to accept that is possible with our lives? There’s obviously something going on around us, something amazing, but we’re led to believe in the smaller, more everyday things as being more real than the potential for wonderful things in the air around us.
The Critic: That’s a surprisingly interesting insight.
Hendlin: I think so, too. Hey, what do you mean by ‘surprisingly’?
The Critic: That could be the ‘overwhelming understanding’ you’ve just mentioned.
Hendlin: Sorta. Maybe. How?
We’re now entering rare air. A journalist gets one of these interviews, with a subject like this, maybe every fifth or sixth lifetime. There’s more to this woman than we’ve been allowed to see. Not only was that an outrageously large question, but one, quite truthfully, that no one can totally answer. I do have my own take on it, however. I’ll throw it out there and see what she makes of it.