It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.
What’s it going to be then, eh?
I viddied that thinking is for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid.
How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now.
The not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self.
Life’s only choosing when to die. Life’s a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It’s a tremendous relief not to have to choose.
Great Music, it said, and Great Poetry would like quieten Modern Youth down and make Modern Youth more Civilized. Civilized my syphilised yarbles.
Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.
Oh, it was gorgeosity and yumyumyum. When it came to the Scherzo I could viddy myself very clear running and running on like the very light and mysterious nogas, carving the whole litso of the creeching world with my cut-throat britva.
The 21st chapter gives the novel the quality of genuine fiction, an art founded on the principle that human beings change. – – “A Clockwork Orange Resucked” intro to first full American version 1986.
Colonialism. The enforced spread of the rule of reason. But who is going to spread it among the colonizers?
Senseless violence is a prerogative of youth, which has much energy but little talent for the constructive.
I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.
I was cured all right.
And I sort of frowned about that, thinking. ‘You felt ill this afternoon,’ he said, ’because you’re getting better. When we’re healthy we respond to the presence of the hateful with fear and nausea. You’re becoming healthy, that’s all.
Alex like groweth up, Oh Yes.
And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip music brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries.
I was always on my oddy knocky.
Civilised my syphilised yarbles.
Bath twice a day to be really clean, once a day to be passably clean, once a week to avoid being a public menace.