Anyone For Tennis?*
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Anyone For Tennis?* book
My father put a hex on me, one day, when he was trying for the nth time to teach me to hit tennis balls against the back lav. He told me I had no ball sense. What he meant, of course, was what we nowadays call hand-eye coordination, and I’ve since learnt to separate the issues. But it’s had untold consequences. One is that tennis can never be more, or less, for me than a metaphor. Or maybe I mean a simile. Or an allegory.