A Clockwork Orange

Search word: Photo The rest of the day before had been very tiring, what with interviews
to go on tape for the telenews and photographs being took flash
flash flash and more like demonstrations of me folding up in the face
of ultra-violence and all that embarrassing cal.
And on the second page of the gazetta there was a blurry like
photograph of somebody who looked very familiar, and it turned out
to be none other than me me me. I looked very gloomy and like
scared, but that was really with the flashbulbs going pop pop all the
time. What it said undrneath my picture was that here was the first
graduate from the new State Institute for Reclamation of Criminal
Types, cured of his criminal instincts in a fortnight only, now a good
law-fearing citizen and all that cal.
There was a medical book that I took down, but when I opened it it
was full of drawings and photographs of horrible wounds and
diseases, and that made me want to sick just a bit.
There was nothing in my bedroom except a bed and a chair and a
light, so I ittied next door to this vecks own room, and there I viddied
his wife on the wall, a bolshy blown-up photo, so I felt a malenky bit
sick remembering.
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 birdnest full of eggs.
Give me that, I snarled and grabbed it skorry. I couldnt explain how
it had got there, brothers, but it was a photograph I had scissored
out of the old gazetta and it was of a baby. It was of a baby gurgling
goo goo goo with all like moloko dribbling from its rot and looking up
and like smecking at everybody, and its was all nagoy and its flesh
was like in all folds with being a very fat baby. There was then like a
bit of haw haw haw struggling to get hold of this bit of paper from me,
so I had to snarl again at them and I grabbed the photo and tore it up
into tiny teeny pieces and let it fall like a bit of snow on to the floor.
Search word: Picture

Oh, said poor old Dim, smotting over Petes shoulder and going too far,
like he always did, it says here what he done to her, and theres a
picture and all. Why, he said, youre nothing but a filthy-minded old
skitebird.
So down I ittied, slow and gentle, admiring in the stairwell grahzny
pictures of old time devotchkas with long hair and high collars, the like
country with trees and horses, the holy bearded veck all nagoy hanging
on a cross.
What it said undrneath my picture was that here was the first graduate
from the new State Institute for Reclamation of Criminal Types, cured of

his criminal instincts in a fortnight only, now a good law-fearing citizen

and all that cal. Then I viddied there was a very boastful article about this
Ludovicos Technique and how clever the Government was and all that
cal. Then there was another picture of some veck I thought I knew, and
it was this Minister of the Inferior or Interior. It seemed that he had been
doing a bit of boasting, looking forward to a nice crime-free era in which
there would be no more fear of cowardly attacks from young hooligans
and perverts and burglars and all that cal.
When I opened the door my heart cracked to the carpet, because I
viddied it was no longer like my room at all, brothers. All my flags had
gone off the walls and this veck had put up pictures of boxers, also like a
team sitting smug with folded rookers and silver like shield in front.
I creeched back: That was over two years ago. Ive been punished since
then. Ive learned my lesson. See over theremy pictures in the
papers.
I think I know who you are, he said. If you are who I think you are,
then youve come, my friend, to the right place. Wasnt that your picture
in the papers this morning? Are you the poor victim of this horrible new
technique? If so, then you have been sent here by Providence.
That will be out in a day or so, together with your unhappy picture. You
shall sign it, poor boy, a record of what they have done to you.
And all sorts of like pictures kept like passing through my gulliver, of
the different chellovecks Id met at school and in the Staja, and the
different veshches that had happened to me, and how there was not one
veck you could trust in the whole bolshy world. And then I like dozed off,
brothers.
Then one of these three seemed to hold out a lot of bits cut from
gazettas and what I could viddy was a horrible picture of me all krovvy
on a stretcher being carried off and I seemed to like remember a kind of a
popping of lights which must have been photographer vecks. Out of one
glazz I could read like headlines which were sort of trembling in the
rooker of the chelloveck that held them, like BOY VICTIM OF CRIMINAL
REFORM SCHEME and GOVERNMENT AS MURDERER and there was like a
picture of a veck that looked familiar to me and it said OUT OUT OUT,
and that would be the Minister of the Inferior or Interior. Then the nurse
ptitsa said:
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:
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.
Good good, they both said, and then the page was turned. It was like a
picture of one of
an anthonythese bolshy great birds called peacocks with all its tail spread out in all
colours in a very boastful way. Yes? said one of these vecks.
Good, they both said, good good good. And they went on turning the
pages. There were
like pictures of real horrorshow devotchkas, and I said I would like to give
them the old in-out

in-out with lots of ultra-violence. There were like pictures of chellovecks being
given the boot
straight in the litso and all red red krovvy everywhere and I said I would like to
be in on that. And
there was a picture of the old nagoy droog of the prison charlies carrying his
cross up a hill, and I
said I would like to have the old hammer and nails. Good good good, I said:
We always help our friends, dont we? And then he took my rooker and
some veck
creeched: Smile! and I smiled like bezoomny without thinking, and then flash
flash crack flash
bang there were pictures being taken of me and the Intinfmin all droogy
together. Good boy, said
this great chelloveck.
But all the ideas came from Your Humble, O my brothers, and also there
was this veshch
that I had been famous and had had my picture and articles and all that cal in
the gazettas.
Money that was not, O baboochka. It was a picture of a dear little itsy
witsy bitsy bit of a
baby. I said:
But I had this sudden very strong idea that if I walked into the room next
to this room where the fire was burning away and my hot dinner laid on
the table, there I should find what I really wanted, and now it all tied up,
that picture scissored out of the gazetta and meeting old Pete like that.

Search word: Camera

Youll see, youll see, they said. And I viddied all right. At two-thirty of the afternoon
there were like all photographers and men from gazettas with noteboks
and pencils and all that cal. And, brothers, they near trumpeted a bolshy
fanfare for this great and important veck who was coming to viddy Your
Humble Narrator. And in he came, and of course it was none other than
the Minister of the Interior or Inferior, dressed in the heighth of fashion
and with this very upper-class haw haw goloss. Flash flash bang went the
cameras when he put out his rooker to me to shake it.

Search word: Record

Would they like their sons to become what you, poor victim, have become? Will not the
Government itself now decide what is and what is not crime and pump
out the life and guts and will of whoever sees fit to displeasure the
Government? He became quieter but did not go back to his egg. Ive
written an article, he said, this morning, while you were sleeping.
That will be out in a day or so, together with your unhappy picture.
You shall sign it, poor boy, a record of what they have done to you.