The Reason For The MoaningDisembarked and walking forward, I heard an eerie moaning. The reason for the moaning soon became clear when I realized that the mouths of the mass of souls gathered on this level were plugged with corks that were clamped in by steel restraints. The muffled denizens would hit their
Outdoor Sport and then proceed to moan. I needed help unraveling this enigma. Mr. Jones explained, “While living, these souls could never shut their mouths, regaling and boring anyone they could find with every detail about the shots they hit. They explained what went wrong with every blow, why each ball behaved as it did, pretending actually to have control over their strokes. They daily discovered the secret of the game and felt compelled to share that secret. They knew everyone’s swing flaws and broadcasted the easy solutions. Now, however, these obnoxious souls can say nothing. All they can do is moan.”