It was Pete like looking a lot older though he could not now be more than nineteen and a bit, and he had a bit of a moustache and an ordinary day-suit and this hat on. I said: ‘Well well well, droogie, what gives? Very very long time no viddy.’ He said: ‘It’s little Alex, isn’t it?’ ‘None other,’ I said. ‘A long long long time since those dead and gone good days. And now poor Georgie, they told me, is underground and old Dim is a brutal millicent, and here is thou and here is I, and what news hast thou, old droogie?’ ‘He talks funny, doesn’t he?’ said this devotchka, like giggling.
