My constant prayer, these days, as I start my backswing is, 'Oh, please let me swing slowly. ' The trouble is that sometimes I wonder whether I swing at all; whether I am not strictly a chopper.
Perhaps there are only a few women who experience without deception the overwhelming intoxication of the senses which they expectfrom their encounters with men, which they feel bound to expect because of the fuss made about it in novels, written by men.