...the essential intention is the real sin. A man who cannot choose ceases to be a man.
The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers, and as I still felt shagged and fagged and fashed and bashed and my glazzies were stuck together real horrorshow with sleepglue, I thought I would not go to school.
This must be a real horrorshow film if you're so keen on my viddying it.
You don't say, 'I've done it!' You come, with a kind of horrible desperation, to realize that this will do.
And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky, so that like two curtains of blood seemed to pour out at the same time, one on either side of his fat filthy oily snout in the winter starlight.
Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?
It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.