If you recall, George Harrison also wrote Here Comes the Sun. Then I guess he decided it wasn’t fair to the moon, so he wrote about that too. This is certainly not as classic, but a pretty song nonetheless. In recent times I’ve become more and more attracted to George as my favorite Beatle. Because he strikes a sane balance between Paul McCartney’s saccharinity and John Lennon’s bile. Those two sometimes took their respective personas to cartoonish extremes, whereas George didn’t even have a persona besides steadfastly being himself. Picking a favorite Beatle is a simple and effective personality test, so picking the sane one is itself a sign of sanity. Right?