A Clockwork Orange - Nadsat Language Creative Essay
I woke slooshying to the wonderfulness of Nicola Paganini’s 5th Caprice, a truly horrorshow violinist that some say exchanged his ‘essence of one’s own self’ to the Slithering Snake himself to play the violin as horrorshowas he did. I, like many say Paganini did, viddy my life as like a constant struggle, as a cog in a useless machine going chikatch chikatch chikatch that goes by the name of ‘society,’ somehow trying to be rid of the enormousity of it all. I fear not the outcome of my fight, my brothers. It being Saturday today, my droogies and I were to meet where we had agreed to as usual, but on the way I decided that a malenky bit of my own twenty-to-one experience was to be. I encountered an old poor veck type, shlapped on the colcron, probably admiring Bog And All His Holy Saints reciting poetry for portions of people’s pretty polly to buy some more drencrom. As I approached him, he intensely recited louder and louder, ‘there is no bog above Man, there is no bog above Man, there is no bog above Man.’ As much as I felt like tolchocking someone, this old veck was truly preaching words of truthfulness through his rather unappealing rot, so I sai
d taking pity for the man in my gentleman’s goloss, ‘words of wisdom you do utter, my brother,’ and the generous cutter treatment from me he did receive, contrary to other rather methodical approaches in this kind of situation. I walked off pondering on which man had composed such slovos of beauty and freedom, phrased in such a way to be comparable to the heavenly art of Ludwig van. Unusual and seemingly incomplete day it was, but it is truly funny how one or two or six slovos can change it all. Slooshying to Paganini’s pride and having in mind those slovos of author unknown, I fell into a state of bliss, my brothers, that can only be described as completion or fullness, for I understood what I was fighting for. A whole day of twenty-to-one gone to waste due to Dim’s stupidness. I wanted to destroy his ignorant litso to pieces, but his shrunken pletchoes and the tik-tik fluo mark might have been enough zho for the day. Dim tried to apologize for his actions by saying, “droogs one, two and three, sorry I am for my ways about Crescent C,” and fell to the land of the nether, his rhyme probably from like the tik-tik effect. “Oh well, at least we can
Some topics in this essay:
Crowley Crescent,
Holy Saints,
Slithering Snake,
Pete Georgie,
Slooshying Paganini’s,
Crescent C”,
Nicola Paganini’s,
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chikatch chikatch,
fluo mark,
malenky bit,
bog bog,
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Approximate Word count = 791
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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