A Clockwork Orange

by Anthony Burgess

we were all feeling that big shagged and fagged

tired

I still felt shagged and fagged

crunching my lomticks of black toast dipped in jammiwam and eggiweg.

egg

What does God want? Does God want woodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

And yet, in a sense, in choosing to be deprived of the ability to make an ethical choice, you have in a sense really chosen the good. So I shall like to think.

It’s funny how the colours of the like real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.

But I just laid there, fagged and shagged.

They have turned you into something other than a human being. You have no power of choice any longer. You are committed to socially acceptable acts, a little machine capable only of good.

‘But the essential intention is the real sin. A man who cannot choose ceases to be a man.’