SCHOLAR. Well, Good Master, I have belabored the ball to no purpose and I
entreat you, sir, to counsel me in the way of striking it, else I shall
come to no understanding of the art.
GOLFATOR. You are to know, Scholar, that concerning the Drive there is
nought that is Rosicrucian, nor is it a thing to be approached with
incantations, though there be many that give it an air of mystery and
make of it a business of much weight and complication. Nor do we find
among the wiseacres of the game more agreement than was brought to the
building of the great tower in Babel, as is shown in the vast number of
theories, the one contradicting the others, and all of them as owlish as
you please.
SCHOL. I am rejoiced, Master, to learn this thing, for I had esteemed the
proper striking of a ball to be a most difficult art.
GOLF. The difficulty resides in yourself, sir, and not in the mechanics
of the stroke, which are most plain and simple; therefore I have deemed
it wise to prepare you against the thousand follies that you shall
commit, so that when you have made the round of them you shall not sink
into discouragement, but take up the matter afresh with a mind purged of
vanities and errors.
SCHOL. But, Master, might not one begin at this point, without entering
upon the follies of which you speak?
GOLF. Yes, if one and twenty had the wisdom of two score years, but
nature hath decreed it otherwise, and there be many things of great
simplicity that are to be come by only through experience. Let us take
the matter of looking at the ball. I was reading of late a writing that
contained much sound sense, and it was declared that this golf is the
only game played with a ball in which the player looks upon the ball
instead of the direction he would have it fly. Now, sir, this is but half
a truth. It is true that the skillful player sees the ball, as a tennis
player sees it, yet his mind is upon the line of its flight, which the
club’s head must travel; whereas the unskillful player has his mind upon
the ball, which charms him as a serpent is fabled to charm a bird; so
that to tell a novice to keep his eye upon the ball is but mischievous
counsel, and I pray you avoid this thing.
SCHOL. Yet, Master, you did advise me, but a little time ago, to clap an
eye upon it.
GOLF. Marry, sir, that was to divert you from cocking up your head like a
little bird, before ever the ball was struck. Take now your driver, and
we will consider the matter of swinging it.