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could slooshy the Governor, a very sweaty fatty fair-haired veck, saying slovos like “But, sir - ” and “Well, what can be done, sir?” and so on. Then the whole lot stopped at our cell and the Chief Chasso opened up. You could viddy who was the real important veck right away, very tall and with blue glazzies and with real horrorshow platties on him, the most lovely suit, brothers, I have ever viddied, absolutely in the heighth of fashion. He just sort of looked right through us poor plennies, saying, in a very beautiful real educated goloss: “The Government cannot be concerned any longer with outmoded penological theories. Cram criminals together and see what happens. You get concentrated criminality, crime in the midst of punishment. Soon we may be needing all our prison space for political offenders.” I didn’t pony this at all, brothers, but after all he was not govoreeting to me. Then he said: “Common criminals like this unsavoury crowd” - (that meant me, brothers, as well as the others, who were real prestoopnicks and treacherous with it) - “can best be dealt with on a purely curative basis. Kill the criminal reflex, that’s all. Full implementation in a year’s time. Punishment means nothing to them, you can see that. They enjoy their so-called punishment. They start murdering each other.” And he turned his stern blue glazzies on me. So I said, bold:

“With respect, sir, I object very strongly to what you said then. I am not a common criminal, sir, and I am not unsavoury. The others may be unsavoury but I am not.” The Chief Chasso went all purple and creeched: “You shut your bleeding hole, you. Don’t you know who this is?”

“All right, all right,” said this big veck. Then he turned to the Governor and said: “You can use him as a trail-blazer. He’s young, bold, vicious. Brodsky will deal with him tomorrow and you can sit in and watch Brodsky. It works all right, don’t worry about that. This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition.”

And those hard slovos, brothers, were like the beginning of my freedom.

A Clockwork Orange

3

That very same evening I was dragged down nice and gentle by brutal tolchocking chassos to viddy the Governor in his holy of holies holy office. The Governor looked very weary at me and said: “I don’t suppose you know who that was this morning, do you, 6655321?” And without waiting for me to say no he said: “That was no less a personage than the Minister of the Interior, the new Minister of the Interior and what they call a very new broom. Well, these new ridiculous ideas have come at last and orders are orders, though I may say to you in confidence that I do not approve. I most emphatically do not approve. An eye for an eye, I say. If someone hits you you hit back, do you not? Why then should not the State, very severely hit by you brutal hooligans, not hit back also? But the new view is to say no. The new view is that we turn the bad into the good. All of which seems to me grossly unjust. Hm?” So I said, trying to be like respectful and accomodating: “Sir.” And then the Chief Chasso, who was standing all red and burly behind the Governor’s chair, creeched: “Shut your filthy hole, you scum.”

“All right, all right,” said the like tired and fagged-out Governor. “You, 6655321, are to be reformed. Tomorrow you go to this man Brodsky. It is believed that you will be able to leave State Custody in a little over a fortnight. In a little over a fortnight you will be out again in the big free world, no longer a number. I suppose,” and he snorted a bit here, “that prospect pleases you?” I said nothing so the Chief Chasso creeched:

“Answer, you filthy young swine, when the Governor asks you a question.” So I said:

“Oh, yes, sir. Thank you very much, sir. I’ve done my best here, really I have. I’m very grateful to all concerned.”

“Don’t be,” like sighed the Governor. “This is not a reward. This is far from being a reward. Now, there is a form here to be signed. It says that you