“There was me Alex and my three droogs sat in the Korova Milkbar
making up rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill
winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto,
and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like,
things changing so skorry these days,
and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither.”
