If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
John UpdikeRead
Golf camaraderie, like that of astronauts and Antarctic explorers, is based on a common experience of transcendence; fat or thin, scratch or duffer, we have been somerwhere together where non-golfers never go.
Interpretation
Golf creates a unique bond among players through shared transcendent experiences.
John Updike's quote highlights the unique camaraderie that develops among golfers, which is rooted in their shared experiences that transcend the ordinary. He compares this connection to that of astronauts and Antarctic explorers, suggesting that golfers inhabit a special realm that non-golfers cannot access, fostering a sense of unity and understanding that is deepened by their mutual passion for the game.
In practice
In a speech at a golf tournament, one might use this quote to emphasize the bonds formed through the sport.
If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
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