A Clockwork Orange (50th Anniversary Edition) by Anthony Burgess

Author:Anthony Burgess
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Nightmare
Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
Published: 2012-10-22T00:00:00+00:00

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I DO not wish to describe, brothers, what other horrible veshches I was like forced to viddy that afternoon. The like minds of this Dr Brodsky and Dr Branom and the others in white coats, and remember there was this devotchka twiddling with the knobs and watching the meters, they must have been more cally and filthy than any prestoopnick in the Staja itself. Because I did not think it was possible for any veck to even think of making films of what I was forced to viddy, all tied to this chair and my glazzies made to be wide open. All I could do was to creech very gromky for them to turn it off, turn it off, and that like part drowned the noise of dratsing and fillying and also the music that went with it all. You can imagine it was like a terrible relief when I’d viddied the last bit of film and this Dr Brodsky said, in a very yawny and bored like goloss, ‘I think that should be enough for Day One, don’t you, Branom?’ And there I was with the lights switched on, my gulliver throbbing like a bolshy big engine that makes pain, and my rot all dry and cally inside, and feeling I could like sick up every bit of pishcha I had ever eaten, O my brothers, since the day I was like weaned. ‘All right,’ said this Dr Brodsky, ‘he can be taken back to his bed.’ Then he like patted me on the pletcho and said, ‘Good, good. A very promising start,’ grinning all over his litso, then he like waddled out, Dr Branom after him, but Dr Branom gave me a like very droogy and sympathetic type smile as though he had nothing to do with all this veshch but was like forced into it as I was.

Anyhow, they freed my plott from the chair and they let go the skin above my glazzies so that I could open and shut them again, and I shut them, O my brothers, with the pain and throb in my gulliver, and then I was like carried to the old wheelchair and taken back to my malenky bedroom, the under-veck who wheeled me singing away at some hound-and-horny popsong so that I like snarled, ‘Shut it, thou,’ but he only smecked and said: ‘Never mind, friend,’ and then sang louder. So I was put into the bed and still felt bolnoy but could not sleep, but soon I started to feel that soon I might start to feel that I might soon start feeling just a malenky bit better, and then I was brought some nice hot chai with plenty of moloko and sakar and, peeting that, I knew that that like horrible nightmare was in the past and all over. And then Dr Branom came in, all nice and smiling. He said:

‘Well, by my calculations you should be starting to feel all right again. Yes?’

‘Sir,’ I said, like wary.

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