Brilliant pantomime. Draw an arrow between two points, between, say, Sublimity and Sound. This is that line. Simple as that. When you drink too much good red wine, your face grins, winter-warm.

There's also entrapment, madness, blackface. The direct and canonical connection to Aretha's Amazing Grace[1], too often overlooked. Another song played at my man's funeral, 16 years later.

High notes never hit again, post-nicotine, post-vodka. Now we can say it: Diva.

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[1] Ending of Aretha Franklin's "Amazing Grace" (10:07) (Amazing Grace, 1972).