Chapter 17 Part Two (7)

When I was notified, I couldn't believe it was true.It seemed like I had spent an endless amount of time in that stinking place, and I was going to spend an endless amount of time in it.But that was always two weeks, and now they say the two weeks are coming to an end.they said: "Tomorrow, kids, go out and go out." They held out their thumbs, pointing to freedom.The man in the white coat who beat me up, still brought me meals, and accompanied me to the routine torture said: "But you still have a very important day ahead, and that is your graduation day." He said with a leering smile.

This morning, I was looking forward to going to the cinema in my usual pajamas, slippers, robe.no.This morning I got the shirts, underwear, platties, good kick boots I wore that night, all well washed, ironed, and polished.I even got back the long razor I used to tease fights back in the happy days.While I was getting dressed, I frowned in confusion, but the servant in the white coat just laughed without making a sound. I was taken politely to the old place, but it was changed beyond recognition.The curtain is drawn in front of the screen, and the frosted glass under the projection hole no longer exists, perhaps it can be pulled up and opened like blinds and curtains.Where there had been coughing and swaying figures before, there was a real audience, some familiar faces.There was the superintendent of the state prison, the clergyman called the "teacher," the captain of the guard, and the well-dressed, majestic minister of the interior (or rather the poor minister).I didn't know any of the others, and Drs Brodsky and Branon were there too, but instead of white coats they were dressed in the fashion required for visits by the most important people in the medical profession.Dr. Brannon stood, and Dr. Brodsky stood there, giving an academic lecture to the entire assembly.When he saw me coming in, he said, "Ah, gentlemen, at this point we're going to introduce our subject to you. As you can see, he's in good health and well nourished. He's just woken up and had a good breakfast. , no drugs, no hypnosis. Tomorrow, we will release him back into the world with full confidence, you can take him as an ordinary decent boy you meet in a beautiful day, friendly, helpful, gentlemen, what's here What about the change? Two years ago, the state sentenced this despicable hooligan to serve a futile prison sentence. Two years later, he is still the same. Did I say that he is still the same? In fact, not necessarily. The prison taught him various vices, such as laughing at the flesh No laughing, no hypocritical wringing of hands, no groveling flattery; he has learned other vices besides strengthening his former vices. Come, gentlemen, less gossip, facts speak louder than words. Now let the facts speak. Please see."

I was confused by these words and was wondering whether all this was about me. At this time, all the lights were extinguished, and two beams of spotlights shot out from the projection window.A burly man I had never seen before stepped into another light.He had a fat face, a mustache, and a few strands of hair stuck to his nearly bald Gulliver; he was thirty, forty, fifty, old anyway.He walked up to me, the spotlight followed closely, and the two beams of light met to form a large bright light. He said to me contemptuously: "Hey, garbage dump. Uh, it stinks. It must not be a good bath." Then, he It was like dancing, stomping on my feet, left foot, right foot, then he bucketed my nose with his fingernails, it hurt so much, tears came out, then he twisted my left ear like a radio.I only heard chichi laughter from the audience, and a few hearty haha, haha.My nose, feet, and ears were tingling, and I was in so much pain that I asked:

"Why did you do that to me? I didn't do you any wrong, man." "Oh," said the guy, "I'll do this"—poke my nose twice—"do that"—twist my aching ear—"and this"—thump hard My right foot—"Because I can't understand your terrible virtue. If you are not convinced, come on, start, please start." I know that the action of pulling out the razor must be very fast, lest the deadly nausea surge Come up and turn the joy of fighting into a feeling of dying.But, brethren, as I reached into my inside pocket for the razor, I had this image of this hurting man spitting blood and begging for help, followed by nausea, thirst, pain; I knew it had to be reversed quickly Opinion on this nasty guy, so I'm fumbling in my pocket for cigarettes or money, and man, I don't have either of those things.I cried out:

"Brother, I wanted to buy you a cigarette, but I don't have wow on me." The guy said: "Wow. Hahaha. Cry, kid." Then he poked my nose with a big nail again, only to hear happy laughter from the dark audience.I tried my best to curry favor with this hurtful, beating guy, to stop the surging pain and nausea, and I was so desperate he said: "Let me do your work, please." I fumbled in my day bag, and there was only this razor, so I offered it and said, "Take it, please, please. A trifle. Take it." But He said: "Keep your stinky bribe. I don't take that." He hit my hand and the razor fell.I said, "Please, I've got to do a favor, shoe shine, please? Hey, I can get down on my knees and lick my shoes clean." Believe it or not, my brethren, or pat my ass, I really knelt down and stuck out my red tongue for a mile and a half to lick his stinky leather shoes.Instead, the guy kicked me in the mouth not so hard.I thought that just grabbing his ankles with both hands and pulling the stinking bastard to the ground would probably not cause nausea and pain, so I followed my plan, and he was hit by a real surprise, and he fell heavily, stinky The audience roared with laughter.But when I saw him fall to the ground, the terrible feeling came over me, so I reached out and pulled him up quickly.Just as he was about to punch me hard and squarely in the face, Dr. Brodsky said:

"Okay, that's it." The burly man bowed and jumped down like an actor. When the light was turned on, I squinted my eyes and opened my mouth wide to shout.Dr. Brodsky told the audience: "Look, our subjects were forced to be good by being forced to be evil. Violent intentions were accompanied by intense physical pain. In order to eliminate the pain, the diametrically opposite attitude had to be turned. Is there a problem?" "Option," said a thick voice.I found out that this is the teacher. "He doesn't really have a choice, does he? He's self-serving, he's afraid of pain, and so he's forced into grotesque acts of self-sabotage. The falsity is obvious, and he's no longer behaving badly, and he's no longer able to make moral choices," he said.

"It's a delicate matter," Dr. Brodsky smiled. "Our concern is not motives, not high ethics, but simply reducing crime—" "Also," interjected the well-dressed minister, "to ease the overcrowding of the prison." "Listen and listen," someone said. People whispered and argued.I stood there, completely snubbed by these ignorant bastards, so I yelled: "What about me, me, me? Where is my place in all this? The beast, or the dog?" They listened, and spoke louder, and addressed me.I shouted louder, "Am I just a wind-up orange?" I somehow used the phrase, it came out of Gullivery's own accord, and everyone shut up for a minute or two.Then a lean old professor-like figure stood up, with a head and neck like the cables that carried electricity from Gulliver to the body, and said:

"Son, there is no reason to complain. You have made a choice, and all this is the result of your choice. No matter what happens now, it is your choice." The teacher shouted: "Just believe it." The warden gave him a stare, as if to say, you can't climb so high in the prison religious world just wishful thinking.The loud arguments started again, only to hear the word "love" being tossed around, and the teacher shouting nonsense like "perfect love drives away fear" like everyone else.Then Dr. Brodsky smiled and said: "Gentlemen, I am very glad that you have raised the issue of love. Now, please see, a kind of love that is believed to have been buried with the middle ages will be shown in the form of examples." At this time, the lights dimmed, and the spotlight came out again. One beam illuminated the poor suffering friend and narrator, and under the other came the loveliest teenage girl that one could ever hope to see, sidling coyly, my brethren.In other words, her breasts are so high, and the platties hang down from her shoulders, as if she can see them all at a glance.Her thighs are like a god in the sky, her gait is mouth-watering, and her sweet smiling face looks so young and innocent.She came towards me with the light, as if sending the light of divine grace; so the first thought that flashed to my Gulliver was to put her on the ground on the spot, and savagely pumped, but the nausea was too strong. Like detectives stalking a corner, the swarm comes up, followed by dirty arrests.The smell of her wonderful perfume made me think twice, and my chest began to heave, so I knew I had to find new ways to miss her before the pain, thirst, and nausea came overwhelming and rightful.So I shouted:

"Miss of beauty, I throw a heart at your feet, please crush it. If I have a rose, I will give it to you. If it is rainy and muddy, I will take off the platties and put it on your feet, so as to save you My showy legs are covered with dirty muddy water." When I was talking about these things, brothers, I felt disgusted and secretly shrank back. "Allow me," I cried, "to adore you, to help you, to protect you from the evil world." Then I thought of the right words, and felt better: "Make me your faithful knight." I got down on my knees again, bent over and slowly backed away.

At this time, I felt extremely stupid, and it was clearly acting again. The girl smiled and bowed to the audience, and bounced down. The lights came on, and some applause sounded.Eyeballs popping out of that pretty chick with a profane look, my brethren. "He'll be a good Christian for you," cried Dr. Brodsky, "ready to turn the other cheek on you, ready to be crucified himself, and not someone else to be crucified; A fly would be disgusting to the core." That's true, brethren, when he mentioned crushing a fly, I felt a little sick, and tried to make myself think of feeding the fly with sugar as a deadly pet. Come to care, and fight off the nausea and pain. "Reformed," he cried, "it is joy to be in the presence of the angels of God."

"The point is," snapped the poor minister, "that it works." "Alas," sighed the Instructor, "if it works, God bless us all. Amen!"