A Clockwork Orange: Part 1

Then, my brothers, we had these off-white cravats which looked like whipped-up kartoffel or spud with a sort of a design made on it with a fork.

They kept looking our way and I nearly felt like saying the three of us (out of the corner of my rot, that is) should go off for a bit of pol and leave poor old Dim behind, because it would be just a matter of kupetting Dim a demi-litre of white but this time with a dollop of synthemesc in it, but that wouldn't really have been playing like the game.

That sort of thing could sap all the strength and the goodness out of a chelloveck.

You never really saw many of the older bourgeois type out after nightfall those days, what with the shortage of police and we fine young malchickiwicks about, and this prof type chelloveck was the only one walking in the whole of the street.

"But those are not mine, those are the property of the municipality, this is sheer wantonness and vandal work," or some such slovos.

"But those are not mine, those are the property of the municipality, this is sheer wantonness and vandal work," or some such slovos.

"But those are not mine, those are the property of the municipality, this is sheer wantonness and vandal work," or some such slovos.

"I don't care much for these nasty insinuations. A very suspicious nature all this betokeneth, my little brothers."

"I don't care much for these nasty insinuations. A very suspicious nature all this betokeneth, my little brothers."

We smecked and then grinned but said nothing, and then he said: "What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon and men spinning round the earth like it might be midges round a lamp, and there's not more attention paid to earthly law nor order no more. So your worst you may do, you filthy cowardly hooligans."

"What is this, then?" I said, picking up the pile like of typing from off of the table, and the horn-rimmed moodge said, dithering: "That's just what I want to know. What is this? What do you want? Get out at once before I throw you out."

This latter we decided on, so we got out and, the brakes off, all four tolchocked it to the edge of the filthy water that was like treacle...

The devotchkas among them had these very lively litsos and wide big rots, very red, showing a lot of teeth, and smecking away and not caring about the wicked world one whit.

But old Dim, as soon as he'd slooshied this dollop of song like a lomtick of redhot meat plonked on your plate, let off one of his vulgarities, which in this case was a lip-trump followed by a dog-howl followed by two fingers pronging twice at the air followed by a downy guffaw.

But old Dim, as soon as he'd slooshied this dollop of song like a lomtick of redhot meat plonked on your plate, let off one of his vulgarities, which in this case was a lip-trump followed by a dog-howl followed by two fingers pronging twice at the air followed by a downy guffaw.

I said: "For being a bastard with no manners and not the dook of an idea how to comport yourself publicwise, O my brother."

I got to the big main door with no trouble, though I did pass one young malchick sprawling and creeching and moaning in the gutter...

Still I drank and ate growling, being more hungry than I thought at first, and I got fruit-pie from the larder and tore chunks off it to stuff into my greedy rot.

I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds.

Then he caught sight of an advert in the gazetta, which was on the table...

"A bit too long of a time to be healthy. You're about due now by my reckoning. That's why I'm warning you, little Alex, to keep your handsome young proboscis out of the dirt, yes. Do I make myself clear?"

"A bit too long of a time to be healthy. You're about due now by my reckoning. That's why I'm warning you, little Alex, to keep your handsome young proboscis out of the dirt, yes. Do I make myself clear?"

"Clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, sir."

But I stopped that with "Follow uncle," and I led them to the Pasta Parlour just round the corner and let them fill their innocent young litsos on spaghetti and sausages and cream-puffs and banana-splits and hot choc-sauce, till I near sicked with the sight of it, I, brothers, lunching but frugally off a cold ham-slice and a growling dollop of chilli.

While I spun this cal for them I encouraged them to drink and have another, and they were nothing loath, O my brothers.

This time they thought nothing fun and stopped creeching with high mirth...

I put on my over-gown and looked out, in guise of loving only son, to say: "Hi hi hi, there. A lot better after the day's rest. Ready now for evening work to earn that little bit."

"Fear not. He canst taketh care of himself, verily."

And he scooped this ill-gotten pretty into his trouser carmans, mum being at the cheesting of the dishes in the kitchen.

"Let's get things nice and sparkling clear. This sarcasm, if I may call it such, does not become you, O my little friends. Perhaps you have been having a bit of a quiet govoreet behind my back, making your own little jokes and such-like. As I am your droog and leader, surely I am entitled to know what goes on, eh? Now then, Dim, what does that great big horsy gape of a grin portend?"

"Since when have you been consorting and comporting with Will the English?"

And I winked my droogies all away quiet, only me crying out: "All right, old friend, you will surely meet some good Samaritan some place other. This old lady perhaps cannot be blamed for being suspicious with so many scoundrels and rogues of the night about. No, indeed not."

Then I saw the stairs going down to the hall and I thought to myself that I would show these fickle and worthless droogs of mine that I was worth the whole three of them and more.

I got up on to my nogas, and there was this nasty vindictive starry forella with her wattles ashake and grunting as she like tried to lever herself up...

...and she didn't like that, crying: "Waaaaah," and you could viddy her veiny mottled litso going purplewurple where I'd landed the old noga.

By this time they were all having like a good smeck at me with the heighth of like callousness, and they'd tolchocked me into the back of the auto, but I still kept on about these so-called droogs of mine and then I viddied it would be no good...

"Well," said the fat-neck, "you've got the evening in front of you to tell the whole story of the daring exploits of those young gentlemen and how they led poor little innocent Alex astray."

"Well," said the fat-neck, "you've got the evening in front of you to tell the whole story of the daring exploits of those young gentlemen and how they led poor little innocent Alex astray."

The shoom became very loud, so that a couple of millicents came along and cracked into these two with like truncheons, so that both sat quiet then, looking like into space, and there was the old krowy going drip drip drip down the litso of one of them.

Boy, thou uproarious shark of heaven,
Slaughter of Elysium,
Hearts on fire, aroused, enraptured,
We will tolchock you on the rot and kick
your grahzny vonny bum.