“We were all feeling that bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it having been an evening of some small energy expenditure.”

“The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers, and as I still felt shagged and fagged and fashed and bashed and my glazzies were stuck together real horrorshow with sleepglue, I thought I would not go to school.”

“If I had died it would have been even better for you political bratchnies, would it not, pretending and treacherous droogs as you are.' But all that came out was er er er.”

“Put it off for a bit. All life is putting off. Well, not entirely.”

“And what, brothers, I had to escape into sleep from then was the horrible and wrong feeling that it was better to get the hit than give it. If that veck had stayed I might even have like presented the other cheek.”

“It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.”

“Senseless violence is a prerogative of youth, which has much energy but little talent for the constructive.”