Thank you for the pain. At least I am no longer afraid to face it next time.
Excuse me, but I’m very tired of being interrupted and ordered around and spoken to like a recalicitrant eight-year-old.”
“Then don’t behave like one,” Brian suggested.
Then I looked at its top sheet, and there was the name – A CLOCKWORK ORANGE – and I said: ‘That’s a fair gloopy title. Who ever heard of a clockwork orange?’ Then I read a malenky bit out loud in a sort of very high preaching goloss: ‘-The attempt to impose upon man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, to ooze juicily at the last round the bearded lips of God, to attempt to impose, I say, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my swordpen-
Science may explain how humans came into being, but it has no answer to the slippery question of how humans should live. Only literature makes it possible to pose such questions in the first place. And if there is no answer, only literature can point to the impossibility of ever finding one.
Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it might go on
There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.