The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.

The 21st chapter gives the novel the quality of genuine fiction, an art founded on the principle that human beings change. —– “A Clockwork Orange Resucked” intro to first full American version 1986

Sex without foreplay is like song’s reff without intro.