‘What’s it going to be then, eh?’

“We are all droogs, but somebody has to be in charge. Right? Right?”

Appy polly loggies, droogies, but I could not watch last night’s “debate” between Coach Walz and Clockwork Orange.

I made it past the explanation of the rules and maybe two questions in and then yelped “Out out out out!” like a doggie.

Bedways was rightways as I saw it. We weren’t going to learn anything from this gloopy chepooka that would change our rassoodocks about these two chellovecks.

The Coach seems a proper moodge who plays by the rules while Clockwork Orange is anything but. He’s a smart, mean grahzny bratchny who would steal the coppers off his dead granny’s eyes for his ante into the Big Game, with a few aces up the old sleeve courtesy of his prestoopnik pals.

And you don’t fight him with facts. A cutthroat britva is what a lewdie needs for this lot, O my brothers.

• O my brothers (and sisters): If you’re not conversant with the nadsat dialect Anthony Burgess devised for his characters, you’ll have to hunt down a glossary. Burgess was opposed to such assistance, but one of my copies went against his wishes.

7 thoughts on “‘What’s it going to be then, eh?’

    1. One of my all-time favorite kickoffs to a book, right up there with “One Hundred Years of Solitude.”:

      What’s it going to be then, eh?’ That 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, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry.

  1. All right, what’s all this, then? He’s running with the tangerine turd. What else do you need to know? He’s probably thinking that when dainty digits get’s convicted and impeached, he will be the prez. Then he can take care of pusk and teal. Look up tool in the dictionary, and prance, the dog and pony show half time tap dancer, will be the first example given. As in, “J.D. is trump’s favorite tool.”

    1. Exactly, Paddy me lad. He’s skipping to the head of the line in hopes that Orange Julius Caesar gets knifed (or stroked out) early on. Shameless doesn’t begin to describe the fella. He makes Lindsey Graham looked restrained and genteel.

  2. Graham? Special grand jury in Georgia Election Tampering case voted 13-7 to indict that asshole. I wanna see a mugshot! Then the cops can work him over for an hour to deter crime. Next time the dumpster shows up there, they can have him for an hour too.

    1. I particularly liked the bits used to lighten the thing up a bit. Alex’s chat with his Post-Corrective Adviser; “Singin’ in the Rain,” which was unscripted; getting fed in bed by the Int Inf Min after jumping out the window, likewise an ad-lib.

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