Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
They don't go into what is the cause of goodness, so why of the other shop? If lewdies are good that's because they like it, and I wouldn't ever interfere with their pleasures, and so of the other sho...
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening.
Their hair belonged to some middle crinal zone between aseptic nord and latinindian jetwalled lousehouse.
The not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self.
Quizás el hombre que elige el mal es en cierto modo mejor que aquel a quien se le impone el bien,
Je m'en vais chercher un grand peut-etre - I go to seek a great perhaps.
It stands to reason you’ve got to have a war. Not because anybody wants it, of course, but because there’s an army. An army here and an army there and armies all over the shop. Armies is for wars and...
How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
History is a wheel. This sort of world can't go on for ever either.
Go on, do me in, you bastard cowards, I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one.' I told Dim to lay off a bit then, because it used to interest me sometimes to slooshy what so...
Dreams go by opposites I was once told.
But don’t think that it’s a system or a culture or a state or a person that does the letting down. It’s our expectations that let us down. It begins in the warmth of the womb and the discovery that it...
At the age of fifteen he had bought off a twopenny stall in the market a duo-decimo book of recipes, gossip, and homilies, printed in 1605. His stepmother, able to read figures, had screamed at the si...
Человек, выбравший Зло, в определенной степени лучше того, кого принудили к Добру.
İyilik seçilemeyen bir şeydir. İnsan seçemediğinde insanlıktan çıkar. (syf. 73 – 74)
You are out of the field of the novel
When the State withers, humanity flowers.
What's it going to be then, eh?
We were all feeling that bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it having been an evening of some small energy expenditure.