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Hi hi hi there, O' my brothers and only droogs, I have arrived, There was me, that is Jon, and my three droogs, that is Mando, Brennon, and Phil, and we sat in the Korova MilkBar trying to make up our rassodocks of what to do with the evening. The Korova MilkBar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O' my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither. Well, what they sold there was milk plus something else. The had no licence for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels And Saints in your left shoe with lighes bursting all over your mozg. Or you could peet milk with knives in it, as we used to say, and this would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of dirty twenty-to-one, and that was what we were peeting this evening I'm starting off the story with.

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