Dylan's disguise: his fake moustache is now in my possession

So there you are, you're in a charity shop (again) innocently leafing through the books, wondering whether a Bob Dylan book (Dylan On Dylan) is worth splashing out £1.99 for. Rough thought process: ANOTHER book on Bob Dylan, hmm, I dunno, I've already got several on him, all of which are still unread, no, probably not, but I'll just flip it open and read a bit ... AGHHHHHHH!

A black butterfly of death: the famous moustache blots out a key passage in the Hentoff article 

Yes, dear reader, because (of course) this recently happened to me and this is what I saw. What the fuck. A tarantula-like furry black thing. Except, no, not a tarantula - like all those tabloid scare stories about poisonous creatures lurking in bunches of bananas. (What, after all, would a tarantula be doing in a book of Dylan interviews? Unless of course it was playing some sort of joke connected with Dylan's Tarantula poetry collection?) No, it wasn't a spider at all. It was a fake moustache. Something I imagine you might get from a fancy dress/joke shop. And it was very firmly attached - glued, apparently - to page 21. I say was, it still is. So yeah, there are a few sentences in Nat Hentoff's October 1964 New Yorker interview-profile on Dylan which are blotted out by this moustache of insanity. But I've read the rest. It comprises a section describing Dylan in the studio with Columbia producer Tom Wilson doing - seemingly - recordings of the entirety of what would become Another Side Of Bob Dylan ("By one-thirty, the session was over. Dylan had recorded fourteen new songs"). Speedy work. The rest of Hentoff's piece, and the part adorned with the lovely moustache, is a straightforward (and slightly dated) profile incorporating a rather dull sit-down interview in a Greenwich Village restaurant called the Keneret (evidently Syrian), with Dylan spouting off about this and that. This is cusp-of-mega-fame Dylan, but still someone famous enough for a waitress to come over to ask for an autograph. In the interview, Dylan is at pains to distance himself from the so-called "finger-pointing" songs of his earlier Guthrie-esque "folkie" phase. Now it's all about songs written "from inside". Stuff that "comes out naturally". Er, yeah, maybe. Anyway, the master of musical metamorphosis - from earnest "citybilly" folk-blues, to the fired-up proto-rock/punk (with proto-Mark E Smithian wordplay?) of his mid/late-60s work, to the country and MOR stuff he later churned out - is notorious for his surly behaviour in interviews, donning this difficult persona and that. So yes, I imagine the p21 moustache is one of the great man's very own, a bushy Hercule Poirot appendage to signal that "hey, I'm not who you think I am. I ain't that guy ...". Back in the charity shop, when I stumbled across the famous moustache my response was "er, right, a fake moustache glued to one of the pages. OK! Cool. I will get the book". Yes, it's the same with postcards or slips of paper adorned with little drawings you sometimes find in secondhand books - they're very much worth the price of admission alone. When I went to pay for Dylan On Dylan, I showed the moustache-page to the guy at the counter and he almost fainted. Looking quite dazed, he could just about bring himself to say, wonderingly, "oh ... my ... god ...". 

A freshly-shaven Bob Dylan wonders where his fake moustache has got to