Golf is the Great Mystery.

I always strive, when I can, to spread sweetness and light. There have been several complaints about it.

...what I feel we ought to do at this juncture is to dash off somewhere where it's quiet and there aren't so many housesdancing the 'Blue Danube' and shove some tea into ourselves. And over the pot and muffins I shall have something veryimportant to say to you.

It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.

I wonder what Tommy Morris would have had to say to all this number 6-iron, number 12-iron, number 28-iron stuff. He probably wouldn't have said anything, just made one of those strange Scottish noises at the back of his throat like someone gargling.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

There's too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.