"A legion of golfers, dozens in number, dressed in plaid or argyle or attired in golfing gear from a bygone era, with visors and gloves and golf bags still stained with the grass and dirt of prior rounds. Some wore knickers and tam o'shanters, while others donned bright polo shirts and khaki shorts. One golfer carried a large umbrella, another wore white knee-high socks stained with grass, and another wore a bloodstained wedding veil. Some wore hats adorned with feathers or made of rawhide, and one even dressed in the armor of a medieval knight. The golfers' faces were painted in outrageous patterns, like a troupe of carnival performers, all howling and shouting in a language unintelligible to the uninitiated, as they approached the tee box like a raiding party from a wilder world than that of the manicured course they terrorized, screeching and yammering, their clothing billowing behind them like smoke from some infernal realm."