When it comes to literature, I'm fond of pictures. But I can tell you about golf. It ain't pretty. If you don't play the game, I'd suggest you keep it that way. If you do, God help you.
Golf is systematic torture applied democratically.
Golf doesn't care whose ego it smashes. People who play golf are masochists. They're gullible clucks, for whom one good shot a round keeps them sniffing at golf's door, begging for another whacking. They find themselves in front of department store mirrors, practicing their swings and checking their spine tilt. Golfers see Jack Nicklaus win the '86 Masters with an incredible display of putting, and they can't get to the golf shop fast enough, to buy the same putter Nicklaus used.