I met Paddy yearly in the late 70's/mid-80's. In those days it was the drill to report into his office (in coat and tie, if you wanted to increase your chances of getting back) before playing. He wasn't a man of many words (at least with me) but he was always polite and never subjected me, or any of my playing companions, to any sort of the deprecation which others have reported. I once dined with him for lunch as we were the only two customers on that day and got a few sentences out of him. Whic reminds me of my favorite Hanmer story. It may be apochryphal, but it was told to me by a member:
A new member joins Muirfield from Prestwick, and for whatever reason, Paddy takes a dislike to the guy immediately and subjects him to all sorts of indignities: he gets a locker next to the toilets; the worst starting times with the worst members in Medals; always asked to play off the 10th when coming in for a friendly game, etc. After about 6 months, the member finds himself alone in the dining room with Hanmer, and after a few slurps of soup, Paddy asks him:
"So, Mr. Smith. How do you compare Muirfield with Prestwick?"
"Well, Captain Hanmer, at least at Prestwick we aren't expected to have to dine with the staff."