By Anthony Burgess
A super interpreting from the radical by way of one of many wittiest commentators and literary figures of this century. "Antony Burgess reads chapters of his novel A Clockwork Orange" with hair-raising force and effort. even though it is a fable set in an Orwellian destiny, this is often something yet a bedtime story."-- "New York occasions"
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So we got hold of him and cracked him with a few good horrorshow tolchocks, but he still went on singing. The song went: And I will go back to my darling, my darling, When you, my darling, are gone. " I told Dim to lay off a bit then, because it used to interest me sometimes to slooshy what some of these starry decreps had to say about life and the world. I said: "Oh. " 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.
Dim put on a hound-and-horny look of evil, saying: "I don't like you should do what you done then. " He'd taken a big snotty tashtook from his pocket and was mopping the red flow puzzled, keeping on looking at it frowning as if he thought that blood was for other vecks and not for him. It was like he was singing blood to make up for his vulgarity when that devotchka was singing music. But that devotchka was smecking away ha ha ha now with her droogs at the bar, her red rot working and her zoobies ashine, not having no- ticed Dim's filthy vulgarity.
And he kept look- ing from one to the other of we four, finding himself now like in the middle of a very smiling and polite square. "Yes," I said. "It would interest me greatly, brother, if you would kindly allow me to see what books those are that you have under your arm. " "Clean," he said. " And then Pete skvatted these three books from him and handed them round real skorry. Being three, we all had one each to viddy at except for Dim. The one I had was called 'Elementary Crystallography', so I opened it up and said: "Excellent, really first-class," keeping turning the pages.