"That's how you can get him going, some out-of-the-ordinary question."
"Yes, I can see," I said.
He asked: "What did you have in mind to quiz him about?"
"Well, I'm not going to ask him how he feels," I said, "if that's what you're worried about. I wanted to ask him about the yips, shaky putting, you know—unless you think that's a bad idea."
"That's tricky, of course. I mean it could be like asking a terminal case about his disease."
"Then I was going to ask him about crowds and nerves," I said, "and maybe what he thinks about when he hits a shot. Things like that."
"Oh, yes," he said doubtfully.
"Well," I said, casting my mind around, "perhaps I should pop him with a psychological question: Is he ever struck by the lunacy of scraping a golf ball across the countryside and dropping it periodically into a hole. Is he playing out some internal frustration...."
"I wouldn't demean the game he plays—no," my informant said.
"Perhaps I could ask him about his dreams," I said, sticking to the psychological approach. "I mean, does a golfer have different dreams than, say, a dentist?"