Author: Anthony Burgess
Title: A Clockwork Orange
Edition: Penguin Classics, 2000
ISBN: 0-14-118260-1

Key phrase: 'What's it going to be then, eh?'

p24
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	'Right, right. Doobidoob. A bit tired, maybe, everybody is. Best not
to say more.' I was surprised and just that malenky bit poogly to
sloosh Dim govoreeting that wise. Dim said: 'Bedways is rightways
now, so best we go homeways. Right?' I was very surprised. The other
two nodded, going right right right. I said:
	'You understand about that tolchock on the rot, Dim. It was the
music, see. I get all bezoomny when any veck iterferes with a ptitsa
singing, as it might be. Like that then.'
	'Best we go off homeways and get a bit of spatchka,' said Dim. 'A
long night for growing malchicks. Right?' Right right nodded the
other two. I said:
	'I think it best we go home now. Dim has made a real horrorshow
suggestion. If we don't meet day-wise, O my brothers, well then ---
same time same place tomorrow?'

p32
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	I had to have a smeck, though, thinking of what I'd viddied once in
one of these like articles on Modern Youth, about how Modern Youth
would be better off if A Lively Appreciation Of The Arts could be like
encouraged. Great Music, it said, and Great Poetry would like quieten 
Modern Youth down and make Modern Youth more Civilized. Civilized
my syphilised yarbles. Music always sort of sharpened me up, O
my brothers, and made me like feel like old Bog himself, ready to
make with the old donner and blitzen and have vecks and ptitsas
creeding away in my ha ha power.

p82
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	'Right,' said Dr Brodsky. 'It's association, the oldest educational
method in the world. And what really causes you to feel ill?'
	'These grahzny sodding veshches that come out of my gulliver and
my plott,' I said, 'that's what it is.'
	'Quaint,' said Dr Brodsky, like smiling, 'the dialect of the tribe. Do
you know anything of its provenance, Branom?'
	'Odd bits of old rhyming slang,' said Dr Branom, who did not look
quite so much like a friend any more. 'A bit of gipsy talk, too. But
most of the roots are Salv. Propaganda. Subliminal penetration.'

p140
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	Yes yes yes, there it was. Youth must go, ah yes. But youth is only
being in a way like it might be an animal. No, it is not just like being
an animal so much as being like one of these malenky toys you viddy
being sold in the streets, like little chellovecks made out of tin and
with a spring inside and then a winding handle on the outside and
you wind it up grrr grrr grrr and off it itties, like walking, O my
brothers. But it itties in a straight line and bangs straight into things
bang bang and it cannot help what it is doing. Being young is like
being like one of these malenky machines.