Sorry to cut off the last post suddenly. I wanted to type more, but something just felt wrong in my stomach, and I couldn’t go on. I’m glad I was able to fit that part about the car eating spaghetti in, though. I really like that visual. Part of me hopes that Alex gets some kind of retribution for his awful, awful crimes.
Continuing from the drive back, the Durango 95′ runs out of gas, so the boys decide to push it into the river in order to get rid of an evidence (Rip Durango 95′, you will be missed. Maybe this is why there are only three models of the Durango 95?) They then board the train back to the city. Being the scum they are, Alex and his droogs rip up the seats of the train and crack a few of the windows.
Making their way back to the Korova Milkbar (something interesting to note is that korova is derived from the russian word “коро́ва,” which means cow,) Alex notes that there were many more people there than before, yet there was still one man sitting there from even before they left. Nothing too interesting happens, aside from Dim being dim and Alex sucker-punching Dim for being dim (which made me laugh a little bit) Dim was a bit surprised by it, so Alex told him it was because he had no manners and couldn’t behave himself publicly (Alex has some ground’s for this, but I don’t think Alex has any right telling other people how to behave.)
This must be the start of Alex’s descent in life. Dim, getting defensive, states that he won’t be Alex’s brother anymore for randomly punching him in the face. It wasn’t random, however. I guess Alex has some sort of chivalry to him, but it feels disingenuous. Dim and Alex continue to go at it, making threats and all other standards or arguments, so Pete (thank you Pete) steps in to try and calm things down. Both Pete and Dim actually agree with me about Alex not really having any right on telling Dim the proper way to act (though for different reasons.)
It’s actually kind of amusing? The way Alex placed himself above Pete, Georgie, and Dim by just thinking he was the leader. He wants there to be order, but goes out and creates chaos. He’s in the wrong field if he wants order in his life of crime, and that’s for certain. Dim suggests they go home for the night (the one good idea that Dim has had all night, possibly ever,) and Alex suggests they meet back tomorrow. What happens tomorrow will probably be the starting action of the book and maybe I can finally get to the major themes, good grief.
“Bedways is rightways now.” Dim actually says that, and all it means is that they should be going to bed. And he’s right, because it’s time for me to sleep, too. I am very tired, and I enjoy my bed very much so, as I’m sure many people do. Nothing too significant happens when Alex gets back to his house, he eats and plays some classical music. For a delinquent, he does sure have a contradictory taste in music. Letting the moloko plus (which I’ll remind you is milk laced with drugs) settle in, Alex falls asleep to Mozart. And I will fall asleep now, to silence, since it’s kinda weird to listen to music when you know you won’t even be able to listen to the music.