"Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.
And then, like a bird of the rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing from a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed.
As I slooshied, my glazzies tight shut to shut in the bliss that was better than any synthemesc Bog of God, I knew such lovely pictures."
- A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
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