Word: walrusness
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Then along came Craig Stadler, a walrus who might become a king but is content being a cabbage. At 28, he is both a happy and a happy-go-lucky figure, bountifully blessed in life and golf at the moment, the way everything about him eventually tends to abundance. Stadler is as fat as Nicklaus ever was, but makes no apologies. "I enjoy being myself," he says...
...from the gallery. With a clarion flourish, the Royal and Ancient publicly commended the wronged caddie on his principles and paid him for a full round. Still, Stadler is no McEnroe. Off the course, he is too nice a guy. It is natural that the other players call him "Walrus," since it is impossible to look at him and think of anything else. When he speaks, his mustache bobs up and down as punctuation. He is a man of humor, but it is dry. Maybe because his words are dry, his thirst for beer is great...
...caddie. No one will ever again be Nicklaus or Palmer, let alone equal parts of both, but Stadler at least will not have to belly flop into any lakes. At the Masters, a deep thinker asked him, "Where are you now, and where are you going?" "Here," the Walrus said, "and home." -By Tom Callahan
Since martial law was proclaimed last December, Walesa's walrus mustache has been engulfed by a full beard, which he promised his wife he would shave off when he was allowed to resume a normal life. Otherwise, she has been telling friends, he has suffered no ill effects except for occasional insomnia. He keeps busy by reading and, to Danuta's distress, continues to smoke heavily. The lack of activity has given him a bit of a paunch...
...vision of the future, delight in being at the center of it all. In those moments, he held nothing back. But when things began to go wrong, when the tensions started to rise and the future he saw began to recede, the face grew heavy. The familiar walrus mustache sagged and the brown eyes turned weary. Again he held nothing back, and perhaps he could not if he tried. Lech Walesa is a man of emotion, not of logic or analysis. So was the movement, which he all but lost control of in the end, guided more by hope...