“And it was like for a moment, O my brothers, some great bird had flown into the milkbar. And I felt all the malenky little hairs on my plott standing endwise. And the shivers crawling up like slow, malenky lizards and then down again. Because I knew what she sang. It was a bit from the glorious 9th, by Ludwig van.” A Clockwork Orange (1971) |
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