It may be fair to say that we Bob Dylan fans have been rooting for this moment far harder, and for far longer, than Dylan himself: The day Dylan would finally — finally — be awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. We who are quietly blown away every time we hear “Mr. Tambourine Man” or “Desolation Row” or “Visions of Johanna.” We who turn to Dylan in times of utmost happiness and utmost despair. At weddings and funerals. We are the ones celebrating now.