"Oh brother Stanley, I've just viddied A Clockwork Orange, and it made the little hairs on my plott stand up endwise. The shivers are still crawling up me like slow malenky lizards."
"Alex and his Droogs are travellers of the night, looking for real kicks, laughs and lashings of the old ultra-violence. When Alex leads all in their nights of govoreeting, it left me reasonless. Some of the old in-out with weepy devotchkas, some nightly small energy expenditure is then followed by a visit to the home of Em and Pee by Alex's Post Corrective Adviser. Mr. Deltoid knows of the night's nastiness and warns Alex of the barry place with the stripy hole, but the blobby glob of oil has his mitts all over Alex's yarbles.
"Stanley, you know your way around a camera. The moving pictures sent a vibraty feeling all through my guttiwuts. The whole world is a barry place, a stripy hole, a filthy old orchestra in society's stinking, rotten guts. Up against it, all that great Ludwig Van, the angel trumpets and devil trombones; viddy well, brother Kubrick, viddy viddy well.
"Then, when his globby eunuch Droogs turn on him, Alex faces the weepy and tragic part of his tale: 14 years in Staja 84-F. But Alex endures, reading his Bible so he could viddy himself scouging and tolchoking and bedding the handmaidens. Then the Minister of the Interior offers, joy before the angels of God, to release Alex if he subjects himself to the Lodovico method. Real horrorshow that. Oh brother Stan, the near-death of Alex it is, when you use Ludwig Van against him. Cruel, that is. But I see your point like an unmuddied lake, like the azure sky in deepest summer. Alex cannot choose to be bad, so can he ever be really good?
"What a flash in my gulliver when I saw helpless Alex so abused by those he had tolchoked before. The victims become victimisers. And vice versa, so to speak. Viddy clever, that. Then to see those who cured him cure him again. Oh, brother Stanley, you can rely on me. I will sing this from the rooftops, your film is gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. It is a bird of rarest spun heaven metal, silvery wine flowing in a space ship, gravity all nonsense now.
"I'm going to rest me gulliver now. Real horrorshow, that."
