There he lieth, tossing in the guilt of his lewdness, the primal lecher, neglectful of his duties to a fair wife but all too ready to plunge his sizz… - Anthony Burgess

The danger of memory is that it can turn anyone into a prophet.

I had felt sick before and had been saved by Sekt. Now I was beginning to feel sick of the Sekt. I would, I knew, shortly have to vomit.... I started gently to move towards one of the open windows. The aims of the artistic policy enunciated by the National Chamber of Film might, said Goebbels, be expressed under seven headings. Oh Christ. First, the articulation of the sense of racial pride, which might, without reprehensible arrogance, be construed as a just sense of racial superiority. Just, I thought, moving towards the breath of the autumn dark, like the Jews, just like the. This signified, Goebbels went on, not narrow German chauvinism but a pride in being of the great original Aryan race, once master of the heartland and to be so again. The Aryan destiny was enshrined in the immemorial Aryan myths, preserved without doubt in their purest form in the ancient tongue of the heartland. Second. But at this point I had made the open window. With relief the Sekt that seethed within me bore itself mouthward on waves of reverse peristalsis. Below me a great flag with a swastika on flapped gently in the night breeze of autumn. It did not now lift my heart; it was not my heart that was lifting. I gave it, with gargoyling mouth, a litre or so of undigested Sekt. And then some strings of spittle. It was not, perhaps, as good as pissing on the flag, but, in retrospect, it takes on a mild quality of emblematic defiance...

Evet evet evet, işte buydu. Gençlik bitmeliydi, ah evet. Ama gençlik, hayvanmış gibi olmaktır zaten sadece. Hayır, sadece hayvanmış gibi olmak değil de hani şu sokaklarda satıldığını dikizlediğimiz minik oyuncaklardan biri olmak gibidir, teneke ve içi zemberekli ve üstünde kurma dolu olan ve gırr gırr gırr diye kurunca gitmeye başlayan, yürüyen filan minik heriflerden biri olmak gibidir, ey kardeşlerim. Ama dosdoğru gider ve bir şeylere çarpar bam bam ve yaptıklarını, elinde olmadan yapar. Genç olmak, bu minik makinelerden biri olmak gibidir.
(syf. 167)