«A Clockwork Orange»

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"Gone back owwwwwwme."
"Yes," said dad. "He's gone back to his own home town to get better.
They've had to give his job here to somebody else."
"So now," I said, "You're willing for me to move back in again and
things be like they were before."
"Yes, son," said my papapa. "Please, son."
"I'll consider it," I said. "I'll think about it real careful."
"Owwwww," went my mum.
"Ah, shut it," I said, "or I'll give you something proper to yowl and
creech about. Kick your zoobies in I will." And, O my brothers, saying that
made me feel a malenky bit better, as if all like fresh red red krovvy was
flowing all through my plott. That was something I had to think about. It
was like as though to get better I had had to get worse.
"That's no way to speak to your mother, son," said my papapa. "After
all, she brought you into the world."
"Yes," I said. "And a right grahzny vonny world too." I shut my
glazzies tight in like pain and said: "Go away now. I'll think about coming
back. But things will have to be very different."
"Yes, son," said my pee. "Anything you say."
"You'll have to make up your mind," I said, "who's to be boss."
"Owwwwww," my mum went on.
"Very good, son," said my papapa. "Things will be as you like. Only get
well."
When they had gone I laid and thought a bit about different veshches,
like all different pictures passing through my gulliver, and when the nurse
ptitsa came back in and like straightened the sheets on the bed I said to
her:
"How long is it I've been in here?"
"A week or so," she said.
"And what have they been doing to me?"
"Well," she said, "you were all broken up and bruised and had sustained
severe concussion and had lost a lot of blood. They've had to put all that
right, haven't they?"
"But," I said, "has anyone been doing anything with my gulliver? What I
mean is, have they been playing around with inside like my brain?"
"Whatever they've done," she said, "it'll all be for the best."
But a couple of days later a couple of like doctor vecks came in, both
youngish vecks with these very sladky smiles, and they had like a picture
book with them. One of them said:
"We want you to have a look at these and to tell us what you think
about them. All right?"
"What giveth, O little droogies?" I said. "What new bezoomny idea dost
thou in mind have?" So they both had a like embarrassed smeck at that and
then they sat down either side of the bed and opened up this book. On the
first page there was like a photograph of a bird-nest full of eggs.
"Yes?" one of these doctor vecks said.
"A bird-nest," I said, "full of like eggs. Very very nice."
"And what would you like to do about it?" the other one said.