And doth I quote, from the preface to The Heart of a Goof:
...I have spent much time recently playing on the National Links at Southampton, Long Island, U.S.A. These links were constructed by an exiled Scot who conceived the dreadful idea of assembling all the really foul holes in Great Britain. It cannot but leave its mark on a man when, after struggling through the Sahara at Sandwich and the Alps at Prestwick, he finds himself faced by the Station-Master's Garden hole at St. Andrew's and knows that the Redan and the Eden are just round the corner.
The purported scribe continues
When you turn in a medal score of a hundred and eight on two successive days, you get to know something about Life.
In case, however, you question his mettle under the most excruciating of trial circumstances, he confesses in the end, on the occasion of his tournament victory in Aiken, South Carolina
...I went through a field consisting of some of the fattest retired business-men in America like a devouring flame...
Eschew as he does the common comma, he can be forgiven.