«A Clockwork Orange»

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I said:
"Where are we supposed to be going?"
Billyboy turned round from the front to say: "It's light still. A
little drive into the country, all winter-bare but lonely and lovely. It is
not right, not always, for lewdies in the town to viddy too much of our
summary punishments. Streets must be kept clean in more than one way." And
he turned to the front again.
"Come," I said. "I just don't get this at all. The old days are dead
and gone days. For what I did in the past I have been punished. I have been
cured."
"That was read out to us," said Dim. "The Super read all that out to
us. He said it was a very good way."
"Read to you," I said, a malenky bit nasty. "You still too dim to read
for yourself, O brother?"
"Ah, no," said Dim, very like gentle and like regretful. "Not to speak
like that. Not no more, droogie." And he launched a bolshy tolchock right on
my cluve, so that all red red nose-krovvy started to drip drip drip.
"There was never any trust," I said, bitter, wiping off the krovvy with
my rooker. "I was always on my oddy knocky."
"This will do," said Billyboy. We were now in the country and it was
all bare trees and a few odd distant like twitters, and in the distance
there was some like farm machine making a whirring shoom. It was getting all
dusk now, this being the height of winter. There were no lewdies about, nor
no animals. There was just the four. "Get out, Alex boy," said Dim. "Just a
malenky bit of summary."
All through what they did this driver veck just sat at the wheel of the
auto, smoking a cancer, reading a malenky bit of a book. He had the light on
in the auto to viddy by. He took no notice of what Billyboy and Dim did to
your Humble Narrator. I will not go into what they did, but it was all like
panting and thudding against this like background of whirring farm engines
and the twittwittwittering in the bare or nagoy branches. You could viddy a
bit of smoky breath in the auto light, this driver turning the pages over
quite calm. And they were on to me all the time, O my brothers. Then
Billyboy or Dim, I couldn't say which one, said: "About enough, droogie. I
should think, shouldn't you?" Then they gave me one final tolchock on the
litso each and I fell over and just laid there on the grass. It was cold but
I was not feeling the cold. Then they dusted their rookers and put back on
their shlems and tunics which they had taken off, and then they got back
into the auto. "Be viddying you some more sometime, Alex," said Billyboy,
and Dim just gave one of his old clowny guffs. The driver finished the page
he was reading and put his book away, then he started the auto and they were
off townwards, my ex-droog and ex-enemy waving. But I just laid there,
fagged and shagged.