in the horrible bolshy bare hall and I got new vons, sniffing away there with my like very sensitive morder or sniffer. These were like hospital vons, and the chelloveck the chassos handed me over to had a white coat on, as he might be a hospital man. He signed for me, and one of the brutal chassos who had brought nme said: “You watch this one, sir. A right brutal bastard he has been and will be again, in spite of all his sucking up to the Prison Chaplain and reading the Bible.” But this new chelloveck had real horrorshow blue glaz-zies which like smiled when he govoreeted. He said: “Oh, we don’t anticipate any trouble. We’re going to be friends, aren’t we?” And he smiled with his glazzies and his fine big rot which was full of shining white zoobies and I sort of took to this veck right away. Anyway, he passed me on to a like lesser veck in a white coat, and this one was very nice too, and I was led off to a very nice white clean bedroom with curtains and a bedside lamp, and just the one bed in it, all for Your Humble Narrator. So I had a real horrorshow inner smeck at that, thinking I was really a very lucky young mal-chickiwick. I was told to take off my horrible prison platties and I was given a really beautiful set of pyjamas, O my brothers, in plain green, the heighth of bedwear fashion. And I was given a nice warm dressing-gown too and lovely toofles to put my bare nogas in, and I thought: “Well, Alex boy, little 6655321 as was, you have copped it lucky and no mistake. You are really going to enjoy it here.” After I had been given a nice chasha of real horrorshow coffee and some old gazettas and mags to look at while peet-ing it, this first veck in white came in, the one who had like signed for me, and he said: “Aha, there you are,” a silly sort of a veshch to say but it didn’t sound silly, this veck being so like nice. “My name,” he said, “is Dr. Branom. I’m Dr. Brodsky’s assistant. With your permission, I’ll just give you the usual brief overall examination.” And he took the old stetho out of his right carman. “We must make sure you’re quite fit, mustn’t we? Yes indeed, we must.” So while I lay there with my pyjama top off and he did this, that and the other, I said: “What exactly is it, sir, that you’re going to do?”
“Oh,” said Dr. Branom, his cold stetho going all down my back, “it’s quite simple, really. We just show you some films.”
“Films?” I said. I could hardly believe my ookos, brothers, as you may well understand. “You mean,” I said, “it will be just like going to the pictures?”
“They’ll be special films,” said Dr. Branom. “Very special films. You’ll be having the first session this afternoon. Yes,” he said, getting up from bending over me, “you seem to be quite a fit young boy. A bit under-nourished perhaps. That will be the fault of the prison food. Put your pyjama top back on. After every meal,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, “we shall be giving you a shot in the arm. That should help.” I felt really grateful to this very nice Dr. Branom. I said: “Vitamins, sir, will it be?”
“Something like that,” he said, smiling real horrorshow and friendly, “just a jab in the arm after every meal.” Then he went out. I lay on the bed thinking this was like real heaven, and I read some of the mags they’d given me - ‘Worldsport’, ‘Sinny’ (this being a film mag) and ‘Goal’. Then I lay back on the bed and shut my glazzies and thought how nice it was going to be out there again, Alex with perhaps a nice easy job during the day, me being now too old for the old skolliwoll, and then perhaps getting a new like gang together for the nochy, and the first rabbit would be to get old Dim and Pete, if they had not been got already by the millicents. This time I would be very careful not to get loveted. They were giving another like chance, me having done murder and all, and it would not be like fair to get loveted again, after going to all this trouble to show me films that were going to make me a real