Some players accost the ball opprobriously, employing the adjective
“pock-marked.” Others regard it dubiously, hopelessly, prayerfully,
tremulously, disgustedly, resignedly. Still others eliminate the
troublous sphere from their consciousness (it can be done), and swing
through the spot where the _Ding an sich_ would be if the consciousness
had not refused to entertain the notion of its existence.
When Bishop Berkeley said there was no matter—
And sliced it—’twas no matter what he said.
The best way to address the ball is neither fiercely nor dreamily, but
quizzically; as one should say, “Well, well, little pest! And so you are
going on a long journey. Take keer of yourself!” Bang!