Civilised My Syphilised Yarbles.

Laugh And The World Laughs With You, Snore And You Sleep Alone.

I Think Art Is Sublimated Libido. You Can’t Be A Eunuch Priest, And You Can’t Be A Eunuch Artist.

There Was Me, That Is Alex, And My Three Droogs, That Is Pete, Georgie And Dim, Dim Being Really Dim, And We Sat In The Korova Milkbar Making Up Our Rassoodocks What To Do With The Evening.

The Next Morning I Woke Up At Oh Eight Oh Oh Hours, My Brothers, And As I Still Felt Shagged And Fagged And Fashed And Bashed And My Glazzies Were Stuck Together Real Horrorshow With Sleepglue, I Thought I Would Not Go To School.

Does God Want Goodness Or The Choice Of Goodness? Is A Man Who Chooses To Be Bad Perhaps In Some Way Better Than A Man Who Has The Good Imposed Upon Him?