the primogenitive and due of birth

My own father only wrote one poem in his life as far as I know, but it was a whale of a lyric, the kind you would give your whole life to write, which he did, but that is another story.

If you were apprehensive, you were in the good company of Dylan aficionados still grappling with the trickster mystique of the 66-year-old singer-songwriter who see the Pulitzer as another chapter in his complicated history with the establishment, an ongoing dance of distancings and détentes.

The answer appears on the fifty-fifth page of the book.