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Another quote--
Early in the afternoon, a tall heavy man wearing suspenders over his shirt was practicing on the front table. He was smoking a cigar. This he did in a manner like that with which he practiced, thoughtfully and with restraint. A patient man, he would mouth the cigar slowly, with the even, gentle mastication of a cow, reducing the end of it by stages to whatever state of moist deformation pleased his fancy. He played his practice shot patiently, always at the same speed, always in the same pocket, and --almost always-- making it fall into the pocket gently and firmly. It seemed neither to please him or displease him to make the ball; he had been shooting this shot, for practice, for twenty years.
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