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predictably unpredictable
I am decidedly unfriendly during a golf game, from the first hole to the last.
This book is dedicated to the uncool, uncoordinated, unexceptional, uncharming, uninteresting, and especially the unashamed. To everyone from the Awkwards to the Zeroes, living as the proud oddballs they are. This book is dedicated to my people.
I perceive myself as rather uninhibited, with a certain mathematical facility and more interest in the broad aspect of a problem than the delicate nuances. I am more interested in discovering what is over the next rise than in assiduously cultivating the beautiful garden close at hand.
Better untaught than ill-taught.
GILDEROY LOCKHART T
beshert. Meant to be.
I don't play golf, and I'm not into horse racing.
They call it golf because all the other four letter words were taken.
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. "Goose on the lawn," Luc said. "Goose?" I asked. "That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
With ills unending strives the putter off.
I never saw you without a golf club tie.
I never saw you with a golf club.
I never saw you without yachting shoes.
I never saw you in a yacht.
I dropped a word from the string of negative adjectives that had trailed behind me like tin cans behind the village idiot. Unappreciated, unloved, unmarried. But no longer unpublished.
incurable lover of the grotesque
A queer fellow and a jolly fellow is the grasshopper. Up the mountains he comes on excursions, how high I don't know, but at least as far and high as Yosemite tourists.
Don't repeat this word again
I'm an unpure purist, something like that.
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
The right words to express oneself can never be found in any dictionary.
As a kid, I really wasn't thinkin' about no golf.
I want to be tantric with you.
we were never a match;
always a marvelous misfit.
idiosyncrasy than
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,/For alday meeteth men at unset stevene.
I've got an adjective that just fits you.
Golf is a game of endless failure and frustration.
I'm solitary as a pulled tooth, Lonely as an unwelcome truth, Lost as a minnow out of school, A genius in a crop of fools.
There is nothing more unsociable than man, and nothing more sociable: unsociable by his vice, sociable by his nature.
It is hard to die unmourned.
I know bugger all about golf.
I am definitively not a 'universalist'".
~R. Alan Woods [2012]
[On golf:] ... though aware I could never be more than a humble potterer, it was impossible to repress the wild upsurgings of hope known to all middle-aged beginners ...
Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend.
My golf is so delicate, so tenuously wired together with silent inward prayers, exhortations and unstable visualizations, that the sheer pressure of an additional pair of eyes crumbles the whole rickety structure into rubble.
Be not solitary, be not idle
The beet must be uprooted.
There is a loneliness that fills the plain.
Total.
Lunar.
Gaslight Goods. Let us be your light in the midst of life's darkness, the sunlight in your foggy day, the candle in your wind. This is Kite. How can I help you today?
I grimaced. That was their opener?
The day comes in the life of every single man living alone when he must give a dinner party, however unpretentious, and that day had now arrived for Rupert Stonebird.
Golf is a game where guts and blind devotion will always net you absolutely nothing but an ulcer.
a fully flowered narcissist.
I play golf - badly.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
I regard golf as an expensive way of playing marbles.
Golf's three ugliest words: still your shot.
A STRANGE MOON WORD
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
CLOWN. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Imagine writing a poem with a sweating, worried-looking boy handing you a different pencil at the end of every word. My golf, you may say, is no poem; nevertheless, I keep wanting it to be one.
You're an unpopular man. Memorable-but remarkably unpopular. You have no friends, for instance, in Brooklyn. Around Henry Street, say, where old women sit on the stoops in their aprons and men play dominoes on cardtables by the curb.
We all come out from Gogol's 'Overcoat'.
Unrivalled not only in its class, but in a class by itself.
undemonstrative in a burly fat-pig style
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
Lonely is when the language outside
isn't the language inside
and words are made of just 26 letters
I'm bad at golf.
Excuse me, I must go and putt
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
On the golf course, a man may be the dogged victim of inexorable fate, be struck down by an appalling stroke of tragedy, become the hero of unbelievable melodrama, or the clown in a side-splitting comedy.
Impertinent wits are a kind of insect which are in everybody's way and plentiful in all countries.
An agile but unintelligent and abnormal German, possessed of the mania of grandeur.
I am a socially awkward mandork. (Nick)
A lean cheek, - a blue eye, and sunken, - an unquestionable spirit, - a beard neglected:- Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.
A hothouse flower trained to bloom out of season and in the wrong climate. I do not belong.
Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.'
'It's the most we can hope for.
Extracurricular Parallel to none I am perpendicular
It was not a jolly place at all for a sun-loving soul
A golf course is the epitome of all that is purely transitory in the universe; a space not to dwell in, but to get over as quickly as possible.
A stomach that is seldom empty despises common food.
[Lat., Jejunus raro stomachus vulgaria temnit.]
Chameleonesque, hobbitish, unicorned, stompled, selfishism, and unwakeable may not be real words, but you do know what they mean.
I don't play golf. I have more fun singing and dancing.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
The man tilted back his head, raised his eyebrows, cast his eyes to heaven, pouted his lips and said, "Tch!"
"That performance," said the chief, "is the Cypriot way of saying 'No'....
What kind of woman agrees to a blind date at the top of a tower? And what kind of man spends his nights with a helmet on his head, visor closed, communicated with people via tennis balls?
Alone, but not alone
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
Temperamentally unfitted for romance
I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the ribcage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure.
I'm not very glamorous.
A Godly Person Is Living Simple And Yet Happy
An Ungodly Person Is Living Luxuriously And Yet So Sad
Willy Lazeer is an acquaintance. His teeth and his feet hurt. He hates the climate, the Power Squadron, the government and his wife. The vast load of hate has left him numbed rather than bitter. In appearance, it is as though somebody bleached Sinatra, skinned him, and made Willy wear him.
In very truth it is the unattained which gives zest to the commonplace and brims the cup of our daily life with keenest joy.
I am unboreable in the great outdoors.
Lonely and isolated people who feel their solitude more intensely within the busy life of the streets. They are what George Gissing called the anchorites of daily life, who return unhappy to their solitary rooms.
That was a great game of golf, fellers.
Golf is a game you can never get too good at. You can improve, but you can never get to where you master the game.
A man who might have been symmetrical, well-rounded, had he availed himself of every opportunity of touching life along all sides, remains a pygmy in everything except his own little specialty, because he did not cultivate his social side. It
Half-Christian, half-Jewish, a 'cathjew nut',
After playing Ballybunion for the first time, a man would think that the game of golf originated here.
Callipygian. Having shapely buttocks. Nice one, Bridge.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!
somethingological
I never was but an isolated bon vivant, which is absurd; or a mystic bon vivant, which is an impossible thing.
I'm not much of a golfer, I don't have any friends and all I like to do is go home and be alone, and not worry about ways not to lose.
If it wasn't for golf, I don't know what I'd be doing. If my IQ had been two points lower, I'd have been a plant somewhere.
Life is untimely.
Unthinkable clothing
Adorkable. It's in its own category.