Like A Christening, A Wedding, A Graduation

I Believe Hollywood Is The Most Effective And Disastrous Propaganda Factory There Has Ever Been In The History Of Human Beings.

When That Happens [the Demise Of Golf], Old Men Will Furtively Beckon To Their Sons And, Like Fugitives From The Guillotine Recalling The Elegant Orgies At The Court Of Louis Xv, Will Recite The Glories Of Portmarnock And Merion, Of The Road Hole At St. Andrews, The Sixth At Seminole, The Eighteenth At Pebble Beach. They Will Take Out This Volume From Its Secret Hiding Place And They Will Say: "there Is No Question, Son, That These Were Unholy Places In An Evil Age. Unfortunately, I Had A Whale Of A Time."

Curiosity Endows The People Who Have It With A Generosity In Argument And A Serenity In Their Own Mode Of Life Which Springs From Their Cheerful Willingness To Let Life Take The Form It Will.

The Scots Say That Nature Itself Dictated That Golf Should Be Played By The Seashore. Rather, The Scots Saw In The Eroded Sea Coasts A Cheap Battleground On Which They Could Whip Their Fellow Men In A Game Based On The Calvinist Doctrine That Man Is Meant To Suffer Here Below And Never More Than When He Goes Out To Enjoy Himself.

The Masters Is More Like A Vast Edwardian Garden Party Than A Golf Tournament.