sex lies and tiger, page-60

None of these women spent millions of dollars cultivating a public image that butter wouldn't melt in their mouth. I think it's terrific he nearly got beaten to death by his wife with a golf club. It brings a certain poetic symmetry to the story. The instrument that gave him his power being used to scythe him. It will be interesting if he now feigns sorrow and humiliation, or at least has the courage to say that he lived that way, because he wanted to and it was entirely a matter of choice. I've always thought he was the golfing equivelant of a flat track bully. Brilliant when the sun was out and it's not too windy: All at sea if it's blowing a gale.

Reaper.