Oh you are such a fashionable boy...I mean man...don't rape me! I would have liked to hang out with you and your droogs at the milk bar but then things went a bit poo shaped for you. That bad thing you did, I can't say I expected anything less from you. But now you've done your time I heard you've changed. You see I highly doubt that letters would have been your style back in the day...let me not bore you with this tedious drivel. What I'm saying Alex is you and I, we aren't that different. In simpler terms lets settle down, buy a semi-detached house, have a family, go skiing in the Alps, get a dog, take it for walks together, fly kites, teach the children to ride bikes and grow old together.
P.S. I'm not usually this forceful but my feelings have been building up for so long now. I apologize for this erratic behavior.
P.S.S. I snatch that apology right back because apologizing for one's natural behavior seems petty now.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Anthony Burgess | A Clockwork Orange | 1962