Highway 61 Revisited resonates because of its enduring emotional appeal. Few songwriters before Dylan or since have combined so effectively the intensely personal with the spectacularly universal. In “Like a Rolling Stone,” his gleeful excoriation of Miss Lonely (Edie Sedgwick? Joan Baez? a composite “type”?) fuses with the evocation of a hip new zeitgeist to produce a veritable anthem. In “Ballad of a Thin Man,” the younger generation’s confusion is thrown back in the Establishment’s face, even as Dylan vents his disgust with the critics who labored to catalogue him. And in “Desolation Row,” he reaches the zenith of his own brand of surrealist paranoia, that here attains the atmospheric intensity of a full-fledged nightmare. Between its many flourishes of gallows humor, this is one of the most immaculately frightful songs ever recorded, with its relentless imagery of communal execution