“He began to get pars, as the whitecaps flashed on one side of the links and on the other the wine-red electric commuter trains swiftly glided up to Glasgow and back. This was happiness, on this wasteland between the tracks and the beach, and freedom, of a wild and windy sort." — American man of letters John Updike (1932-2009), "Farrell's Caddie," originally printed in The New Yorker, Feb. 25, 1991, reprinted in Golf Dreams: Writings on Golf (1996)
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