So if I get loveted and it’s three months in this mesto and another six in that, and then as P. R. Deltoid so kindly warns, next time, in spite of the great tenderness of my summers, brothers, it’s the great unearthly zoo itself, well, I say: ‘Fair, but a pity, my lords, because I just cannot bear to be shut in. My endeavour shall be, in such future as stretches out its snowy and lilywhite arms to me before the nozh overtakes or the blood splatters its final chorus in twisted metal and smashed glass on the highroad, to not get loveted again.’
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| — | Alex, A Clockwork Orange (Anthony Burgess) |
