LITERATURE & REALITY?: A Clockwork Orange – Language
Sitting here, still plattied in my robe, slooshying to the von of the cars of the vecks ittying to rabbit in the factory. My glazzies viddying the leaves, peeting coffee, a cancer in my rooker and my gulliver wondering what’s a starry ptitsa to do with the day.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology