They were real golfers, for real golf is a thing of the spirit, not of mere mechanical excellence of stroke.

I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.

They pointed out that the friendship between the two artists had always been a byword or whatever you called it. A well-read Egg summed it up by saying that they were like Thingummy and what's-his-name.

A golfer needs a loving wife to whom he can describe the day's play through the long evening.

Golf, like the measles, should be caught young, for, if postponed to riper years, the results may be serious.

And, anyway, no matter how much you may behave like the deaf adder of Scripture which, as you are doubtless aware, the more one piped, the less it danced, or words to that effect, I shall carry on as planned.

He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.