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Дата написания1970-01-01
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“Me?” cried Boswell. “Me enjoy it? Not on all the lives in Christendom. It is the direst drudgery for me.”

“Drudgery?” I said. “Bah! Nonsense, Boswell!”

“You forget—” he began.

“Forget? It must be you who forget, if you call golf drudgery.”

“No,” sighed the genial spirit. “No, I don’t forget. I remember.”

“Remember what?” I demanded.

“That I am Dr. Johnson’s caddy!” was the answer. And then came a heart-rending sigh, and from that time on all was silence. I repeatedly put questions to the machine, made observations to it, derided it, insulted it, but there was no response.

It has so continued to this day, and I can only conclude the story of my Enchanted Type-writer by saying that I presume golf has taken the same hold upon Hades that it has upon this world, and that I need not hope to hear more from that attractive region until the game has relaxed its grip, which I know can never be.

Hence let me say to those who have been good enough to follow me through the realms of the Styx that I bid them an affectionate farewell and thank them for their kind attention to my chronicles. They are all truthful; but now that the source of supply is cut off I cannot prove it. I can only hope that for one and all the future may hold as much of pleasure as the place of departed spirits has held for me.

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