The Masters
~ I don’t get it. I never did. Why grown men hit little white balls, along the great lawns with long metal sticks. It’s not in the game that they’re interested in. Oh no? Pray tell then, what is it? Competition. […] Continue reading
~ I don’t get it. I never did. Why grown men hit little white balls, along the great lawns with long metal sticks. It’s not in the game that they’re interested in. Oh no? Pray tell then, what is it? Competition. […] Continue reading
~ What’s wrong with the world, the man wants to know. Is there someway that someone can fix it? There is, but men don’t; man can, but he won’t. It would take a distortion of character. Man is still used to cultured abuse; competitive, not cooperative, by nature. […] Continue reading