
From "Golf in the Kingdom"...Micheal Murphy 1972 (born in California and currently living in San Francisco, graduated from Stanford University)
Part One Chapter 3..."Singing the Praises of Golf"
'It's the only reason ye play at all,' she said. 'It's a way ye've found to get togither and yet maintain a proper distance. I know you men. Yer not like women or Italians hugging' and embracing' each other. Ye need tae feel yer separate love. Just look-ye winna' come home on time if yer with the boys, I've learned that o'er the years. The love ye feel for your friends is too strong for that. All those gentlemanly rools, why, they're the proper rools of affection-all the waiting' and oohing' and ahin' o'er yer shots, all the talk o' this one's drive and that one's putt and the other one's gorgeous swing-what is it all but love? Men lovin' men, that's what golf is.' The strong lines of her face were softened by the fire's glow. 'I think the loss o' love is Julian's real despair, whate'er his philosophisen' tells him. He misses the leisurely pace when there was time for more affection. Now don't ye Julian? I miss it too. Most of he women miss it, he ones I know. We hurry through our days.' She looked at Peter and took his hand. Then she lifted back her head. 'Oh, golf is for smellin' the heather and cut grass and walkin' fast across the countryside and feelin' the wind and watching the sun go down and seen' yer friends hit good shots' and hittin' some yourself. It's love and it's feelin' the splendour o' this good world.' There was music in her gentle Scottish burr, a fullness in her feeling for us. It was becoming obvious by now that each of us had a different song to sing in praise of the mysterious game.
I love the Scottish dialect...you feeling it glacierguy?

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