The additional chapter in A Clockwork Orange has a reconditioned Alex Dularge contemplating settling down and having a baby. He has outgrown most of his childish, violent behaviors. Stanley Kubrick made an artistic decision to jettison this chapter from his film. The proposed sequel would take place right after the events of the last chapter in Anthony Burgess’ novel.
Revisiting A Clockwork Orange after Chapter 21
The place is England. The time is circa 2055. There have been many changes in this future society. After five hundred thousand women stormed through Parliament and the House of Commons saying they were taking over with their minds, elected officials decided to create an Empire. At the strike of the witching hour on October 31, 2020, the new Empire was born. It consisted of twenty selected female officials who created three political branches. There were two legislative branches, one for males and females, and a judicial branch. These twenty women marched outside the House of Commons with candles, chanting “Revenge.” By combining their wit, the English women seeked revenge on all the men for being mistreated over the years by youthful gangs. It is the continuing deviant behavior of young males that has lead all English men to be stereotyped. They have no doubt become the victims to this group of angry feminists.
Since the rise in violence, the Empire’s main concern was bringing back capital punishment, passing a severe death penalty. They believed that the strict infringement on mens’ rights in the nation would put an end to the ultraviolence, that it would be a successful deterrent in stopping the gangs, considering that most of them are just bored, and weren’t diagnosed with any serious mental disorder. Punishment is death by private hanging. The Empire kept this policy secretive to avoid any accusations of inhumanity.
So it was on January 22, 2022, The Empire voted “yea” to the Cruel and Severe Punishment by Private Hanging for Males Only. Less than two months later, on March 5, 2022, the right for any English male to bear arms was considered illegal. It was almost impossible for English men to stand against this law. Those who tried usually disappeared, hunted down by the Black Leather Bitches, a crew of female assassins hired by the Empire. They also secured England’s borders and prevented any revolutionaries from escaping.
On February 5, 2030, Walter Founding, the last male council member left on the Empire’s committee, petitioned the law, but the females in power rejected his cry for mercy. They told him he should consider the law irreversible because there is no excuse for the behavior of men in the past, present, and future. The women were unanimous in their decision.
John Watson’s theory had ultimately become true when marriage became obsolete in 2030. Young girls grew up learning that the single life was better for them. The Empire strongly encouraged masturbation as the best method of sexual pleasure, although many women disobeyed this law. They had babies with men they found suitable. By 2015, adoption was at an all-time high. Rape significantly increased by 2030. Women became victims to the sexual frustrations of men, which led to a rise in youthful rape gangs.
Alex had a baby with Gloria Feltip, a nurse he met in the hospital, shortly after his suicide attempt. He makes regular visits to her house to see his son but he never considered secretly marrying her. Alex named his son after himself. Alex II had grown up to acquire many of his father’s past deviant qualities. He had been influenced by his father’s journal that he found in the attic. The journal entries were graphic depictions of his father’s experiences with his droogs.
The Empire terminated the Ludovico Process back in 2020, referring to Alex’s conditioning as “useless and unnecessary.” They found a new form of human conditioning in 2055, which they called “Rational Thinking.” Rational Thinking was created by Rose Swine, the Vice President of the Empire. It is a series of tapes distributed to every male in the country describing chivalrous acts that they were required to adapt and other ways to respect women. They were self-help tapes, helping men deal with anger, fear, and frustration. Every male over the age of eleven was required to take a five hundred question multiple choice exam six weeks after receiving the tapes. If they did not receive a passing grade of 65, they had the opportunity to retake the exam one more time within a six month period. If they failed again, they were put on trial and could serve up to sixty days in jaii. The Empire did this to insure that every males’ innate savage side was under control. Men with learning disabilities were exempt from taking the exam but were required to have a personal interview with an Empire representative.
The older Alex organized a violent group called “The Four R’s.” Each of the group members were associated with one of four qualities: Rape, Revolution, Rebellion, and Revenge. Alex II had acquired all of these qualities by the age of seventeen. He is undoubtedly, a hard-core revolutionary leader who enjoys raping women and seeks revenge on the Empire for all the laws established against his gender. He regularly visits his father’s old stomping ground, The Korova Milk Bar, and the story starts there.
Baby Alex: Oh my brothers, let me start at the very beginning. There was me, that is Baby Alex, and my three droogs–Markus, William, and Daniel, and we sat in the deserted Korova Milk Bar, thinking of ways to destroy the Empire in our unique use of ultraviolence. The town hasn’t been doing well oh my little brothers. You see, all these devotchakas decided to get together creating what they called a “Feminist Movement” and they invented this strange pill that they hid from us droogies and our daddas. This pill was rich in vitamins, carbohydrates, and contained liquid DNA from powerful thinkers. It would sharpen them up when they ingested it and make them ready for a great deal of enormous mind power. Before you knew it, oh my brothers, they had taken over the most powerful positions in the Empire, and left all the older men drowning in the itty bitty political positions. Then there is The War. After growing very tired of all the “surprise visits” we have made to their houses, these crazy devotchakas are waging war on my droogs and the goodie-goodie young men in my country. They have roughed up a couple of my fellow followers by shooting them, but we seem to get them back when we perform a little of the old “in-out, in-out” on them, usually on the dimly lit streets where the piggies don’t patrol. My dadda told me that war was childish and drew my attention to an article in his newspaper. It read: “Today people, parties, and nations massively pin their hopes on new technology–no matter if it serves peaceful or military purposes…the point is to explore and to develop human resources that independent of technology,” (Starr 14). Maybe this war wouldn’t have occurred if those damn devotchakas stayed clear of inventing the pill. Why must they always think of new ways of improving our society? It looks very bad for the male ego here, oh my brothers. So, I wanted revenge for all this warfare, brothers. One night, after cruising around the night for a little while with my fellow droogs, and listening to a copy of old Ludwig Van that I got from my dadda, a middle-aged devotchaka with her short little hubby, all neatly dressed up for the Saturday night theater. She came by the name of Rose Swine, the government official next in line to Ms. Fallot, the President of the Empire. I stopped the Speedster 550. William, Markus, and Daniel jumped out of the car, grabbed the little old man, stripped him of his clothes and blew him away with three shots of the Bulletblaster 550. It was a gun I snatched from my father before the Empire made them illegal. Now my brothers, it was my turn. I grabbed Ms.Swine, and led her into the alley near Norse Street, and did the old “in-out, in-out” while my droogies all laughed and giggled. Then, grabbing my knife, I put it into her little belly and watched the “red, red groovy” pour all over the street, taking the life from her as she did for my fellow followers with her pill distribution tactics and female rebellion gatherings. All of a sudden though, I heard the whoo-who of the piggies’ sirens and the flashing red lights that looked like the red red groovy on the street. Oh my brothers, your Humble Narrator was taken in with all of his droogies for a little sentencing shall we say. This mean piggy, Officer Ralph Denton, started ranting and raving about our actions. As I looked out the back window and heard the whoo-whoo sounds of the ambulance there on Norse Street, he told me and my fellow droogies that in England during “the late seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries, it was not uncommon for children under ten to be hanged..as late as 1808 a boy of eleven and a girl of seven were hanged for a felony,” (Loeb 19). Oh my brothers, this was very close to my own age, and I started getting very scared of the consequences. They threw us in this cell for a day and after a couple of hours, my dadda came to see me. With one soft tear flowing from his eye, he asked me what possessed me to commit such a despicable act. Then he put his arms to his face and uttered two words softly into my ear against the cold wet bars. “Death Penalty. They want to give you the Death Penalty.” He said. And would you know it, oh my brothers, I sat in the wet little corner of the cell and weeped hysterically.”
One Year Later
Baby Alex has spent the whole year in a private cell and now it is the night of his execution. Alex ponders whether the Empire is making an egregious mistake in keeping capital punishment legal. Senior Alex talks about the fate of his son.
Alex: Your old Humble Narrator stands here weeping for the fate of my son in the deserted Korova Milk Bar. Oh my brothers, the papers are debating crime and punishment everyday. The article in the newspaperEngland Today was titled: “Could A Rapist Be Inspired By Passion?” The article stated, “If most murders were, in some less radical sense, crimes of passion, if the offender were neither totally controllable nor totally rational, should we abolish the death penalty for murder,” (Haag 258-9). Oh my brothers, the answer to this question is undoubtedly, “Yes!” I swear on Bog in heaven that I love my son very much and this unbearable ultraviolence must be stopped. Somebody pop in a number of old Beethoven’s Ninth so I can rekindle my instinct to return HOME. You see, I have gained what the Empire calls “rational thinking” and I know Baby Alex can do it also. I will save my son, no matter what it costs.
I jumped in the old Durango 95 that I kept in mint condition and raced on over to Penitentiary North. Pleading with those humble devotchcka guards, I managed to see my son one last time before the deadly Choke. But would you know it, oh my brothers, those guards forgot to frisk freely near my back behind, where I had hidden Old Sharpster. It was my favorite knife, my brothers. After a short conversation with little baby Alex, I motioned the feminist to let me out of this prisoned cell. Your Old Humble Narrator grabbed the devotchaka by her throat and slammed her into the bars. After taking her gun, I reached for her keys. Oh my brothers, what sweet music those keys made as I led Baby Alex out of the first corridor. The jingling and jangling in my pocket left me breathless. He was free at last from the Empire and so was I.
Around the next corner spun a web of woman who I just ached to kill. There were five of them and I assure you I took care of them in a jiffy. We managed to get outside before we were encountered by that ugly devotchaka, Leslie Wilkins, the Warden of Penitentiary North and about twenty beautiful devotchakas all waiting with guns in our faces. There were no words spoken. Behold, oh my brothers, she shot my son point blank range in the head and your Old Humble Narrator ended up on the ground, weeping like a kitten and going blur-blur.
One Day Later
Alex: Well, oh my brothers, your Humble Narrator sits in a cell waiting to die just like the rest of them. What happened to me? What happened to our society? There is no more to say. All I can think about is thirty years ago, when me and my droogs came across a “dirty old drunkie howling away at the songs of his father…” (Burgess 12). I remember what he said to me distinctly. He said, “There is no law nor order no more,” (12). Maybe I should have listened to him back then. It could have saved him. And that is all.
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