There is even - as with no other game - a fascinating detective literature, a wry commentary on the human comedy, implicit in the book of rules.

No myth dies harder, and none is more regularly debunked by the facts, than the one about international sports contributing to international friendship.

The Masters is more like a vast Edwardian garden party than a golf tournament.

Every sport pretends to a literature, but people don't believe it of any other sport but their own.

For many years I had an impression of my golf swing, which was that I vividly resembled Tom Weiskopf in the takeaway and Dave Marr on the downswing. Unfortunately, there came a day when I was invited to have my golf swing filmed via a video camera. Something I will never do again. When it was played back, what I saw - what you would have seen - was not Weiskopf and Marr but a man simultaneously climbing into a sweater and falling out of a tree.

New York is the biggest collection of villages in the world.

Between a quarter and a third of Los Angeless land area is now monopolized by the automobile and its needs-by freeways, highways, garages, gas stations, car lots, parking lots. And all of it is blanketed with anonymity and foul air.