"'You are to be made into a good boy, 6655321. Never again will you have the desire to commit acts of violence or to offend in any way whatsoever against the State's Peace. I hope you take all that in. I hope you are absolutely clear in your own mind about that.' I said:
'Oh, it will be nice to be good, sir.' But I had a real horrorshow smeck at that inside, bothers. He said:
'It may not be nice to be good, little 6655321. It may be horrible to be good. And when I say that to you I realize how self-contradictory that sounds. I know I shall have many sleepless nights about this. What does God want? Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed on him? Deep hard questions, little 6655321. But all i was to say to you now is this: if at any time in the future you look back to these times and remember me, the lowest and and humblest of all God's servitors, do no, I pray, think evil of me in your hear, thinking me in any way involved in what is now about to happen to you. And now, talking of praying, I realize sadly that there will be little point in praying for you. "
This quote utilizes dramatic irony and foreshadowing to emphasize a point the character, the prison chaplain, is trying to verbalize to a stubborn and self-satisfied Alex. A man of God, he questions his creators will over and over again in regards to the procedure Alex will go under that will rid him of his cruel ways, but also of his free will. When Alex snarks at this in his own head, it shows that he is not ready to endure nor understand the seriousness of what he is about to be deprived of. The Chaplain, on the other hand, repeartedly warns him and begs for Alex, a criminal, to forgive him. This should serve as a warning for Alex, but instead gives him a feeling of surperiority for considering it nonsense-this shows he has not changed, nor has he been "put in his place" as prison had originally been intended for. When the true purpose of the treatment is revealed, it it clear Alex jumped the gun and underestimated societies ability to supress him.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
CLOCKWORK ORANGE POST 6
"They dragged me into this very bright-lit white-washed cantora, and it had a strong von that was a mixture of like sick and lavatories and beery rots and disinfectant, all coming from the barry places near by. Your could hear some of the plennies in their cells cursing and singing and I fancied I could slooshy one belting out:
'And i will go back to my darling, my darling,
When you, my darling, are gone.'
But there were the golosses of millicents telling them to shut it and you could evens looshy the avook of like somebody being tolchocked real horrowshow and going owwwwwwwww, and it was like the goloss of a drunken starry ptitsa, not a man. With me in this cantora were four millicents, all have a good loud peet of chai, a big pot of it being on the table and they sucking and belching away over the dirty bolshy mugs. They didn't offer me any. All they gave me, my brothes, was a crappy starry mirror to look into, and indeed i was not your handsome young Narrator any longer but a real strack of a sight, my rot swollen and my glazzies all red and my nose bumped a bit also.
This quote uses diction and imagery to set up a scene that is symbolic of Alex's loss of power after he is taken in by the police after his arrest. The jail is a dingy, dirty, pungent-smelling place; "lavatories", "beery rot" and "disinfectant" are combined to render what the smell of the building is like. Prisoners scream and sing from their cells, one in particular crying out like a woman; this could foreshadow the effects that jail will have on Alex, perhaps causing him to become less of a devious alphamale. The others in the room with Alex do not accept him and invite him to drink with them--they only offer him a "crapy starry" mirror. This is shocking for Alex, as he is used to being the ringleader of his friends, not being incarcerated in a place where he is intimidated and cannot take control. When he looks in the crappy mirror he recieves, he realizes that his face is swollen and beaten, different than his usual handsome ways. With lack of leadership, power, and his vanity, he is truly metaphorically incarcerated with no resources to act like his usual dominant self.
'And i will go back to my darling, my darling,
When you, my darling, are gone.'
But there were the golosses of millicents telling them to shut it and you could evens looshy the avook of like somebody being tolchocked real horrowshow and going owwwwwwwww, and it was like the goloss of a drunken starry ptitsa, not a man. With me in this cantora were four millicents, all have a good loud peet of chai, a big pot of it being on the table and they sucking and belching away over the dirty bolshy mugs. They didn't offer me any. All they gave me, my brothes, was a crappy starry mirror to look into, and indeed i was not your handsome young Narrator any longer but a real strack of a sight, my rot swollen and my glazzies all red and my nose bumped a bit also.
This quote uses diction and imagery to set up a scene that is symbolic of Alex's loss of power after he is taken in by the police after his arrest. The jail is a dingy, dirty, pungent-smelling place; "lavatories", "beery rot" and "disinfectant" are combined to render what the smell of the building is like. Prisoners scream and sing from their cells, one in particular crying out like a woman; this could foreshadow the effects that jail will have on Alex, perhaps causing him to become less of a devious alphamale. The others in the room with Alex do not accept him and invite him to drink with them--they only offer him a "crapy starry" mirror. This is shocking for Alex, as he is used to being the ringleader of his friends, not being incarcerated in a place where he is intimidated and cannot take control. When he looks in the crappy mirror he recieves, he realizes that his face is swollen and beaten, different than his usual handsome ways. With lack of leadership, power, and his vanity, he is truly metaphorically incarcerated with no resources to act like his usual dominant self.
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