LSD pills being forced down their throats by a group of reckless hippies

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He emerged into the gray London street, set his shoulders and walked quickly through the narrow side roads until he came upon the lively, bustling and loudly-decorated center of London's fashion world. Situated just behind Oxford Circus, Carnaby Street was the Mecca for trendy styles in clothing and pop-art posters: at least, that was the way the British Tourist Association advertised it. The truth of the matter was that the street had lost almost all of its glamour so far as the in-crowd was concerned and it appealed nowadays only to foreign tourists and wide-eyed visitors from the provinces. The place had become little more than a landmark: a slightly more fashionable monument than Nelson's Column or the Houses of Parliament.

fucking jackass bastards are everywhere. The world is full of pigs!

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I carry my two books to the counter, wondering what bookbuyers around me would do if they knew I’m the author of fourteen published novels — a great artist. They’d probably mob me, beg for my autograph, touch my magic coat, and the pretty young girls among them would try to stick their tongues up my ass. But I can’t say anything — it’d only stamp me as a braggart and a hack. Besides, intellectuals have contempt for books like mine. They don’t realize that the great archetypal hallucinations of our times are contained within so-called trashy books, while literary establishment authors like Updike, Barth, Roth — that ilk — are effete dilettantes who should be teaching lit courses in colleges, and in fact many of them are, the scumbags.

"Sunday's the only day we have for a really long fuck."

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He was asked why he wished to join the bank. Christie was lost, could not think of his answer. One was shortly supplied for him: most young men joined the bank for the security, for the very liberal pension which amounted to two-thirds of whatever salary the employee was receiving at retiring age. And this retiring age itself was as an act of generosity sixty, and not sixty-five! Not only was Christie simple, he was young, too, a few weeks past his seventeenth birthday at the time of this interview. Christie was silent even at the information that he had only forty-three and not forty-eight years to wait before he was free ... Christie had expected to have to work hard, and to find the work both uncongenial and menial, at first. What he did not expect was the atmosphere in which he was expected to work, and which was created by his fellow employees or colleagues as they were in the habit of calling one another. This atmosphere was acrid with frustration, boredom and jealousy, black with acrimony, pettiness and bureaucracy.

the Europeanization Movement of the Great Kingdom of Viet.

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"Everyone is so civilized nowadays! It's a damn shame! The streets used to be filled with depraved, uncouth men and women - people who'd spit and piss wherever they pleased, people who'd beat each other up in public. Remember the days when four people rode together on a single bicycle!? Remember when people used to curse each other in public and smack their neighbors around? Houses were filthy with toilet water; dogs ran wild in the streets. Bicycles without headlights were everywhere. Now everything has changed. Alas, the good old days of our parents are gone forever! No one even curses anyone's ancestors anymore! The old order has broken down completely! Kids today don't even know how to talk dirty!"

'Oh, do let's have sex and stop all this dreary nonsense.'

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It was evening in the Do Re Mi coffee-bar in Old Compton Street. In the corner stood a juke-box which emitted red and purple rays like a horror-strip monster; on top of it stood a screen showing three Italian youths and a girl singing and dancing to the record playing underneath them. The youths leered over their guitars and the girl took this as her due, it seemed, wobbling her hips at them. Outside the window the rain splashed steadily down and rows of teenage legs, plastic mackintoshes and grotesque hairdos scurried for shelter. Round a table at the back of the cafe three old friends were judiciously sipping frothy coffees out of transparent beakers.

she’d put that used manhood of his down the garbage disposal unit.

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“Shit,” she mumbled. “Why in hell I ever come to this creep dive I don’t know. What do you know about anything anyway? You sit there with them big black cigars, lettin’ the ashes go down between your boobs, and you swig this rot gut all day, and you don’t never get out of that chair. What in hell do you know what’s going on outside them swinging doors? You ain’t seen the street out there since it was a dirt path.”

“I don’t get out much no more, now that’s a fact. But I got a regular telegraph system that sends me everything of interest that goes on around this town. And not only this town, but everyplace else. Like I know Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday are making the scene too. Now there’s a couple I’d damn well pay plenty to see in action. I seen them in a gunfight once. But I’d sure like to see how they get each other’s gun off.” She laughed her loud hacking laugh until the entire place shook. “That’s the only two men I ever think I’d like to see doin’ it… since I ain’t partial to anything a man’s got, ‘ceptin’ his gold.”

"FUCK!" chanted the nuns. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

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"The world's gone mad," groaned the priest. "If you could see what I have seen today, town after town, village upon village, transformed into a nightmare that even Dante could not have imagined, men and women, little children even, and animals, all in the streets, naked and shamelessly ..." He broke off and shuddered. "It seems that only elderly people such as myself are spared the degradation, this visitation of hell. Although I have even seen ..."

"That makes sense," said Vincent. "Older people have smaller sex drives; it would take longer for the gas to raise the hormone level. Although, of course, given time, we may even see oldsters of eighty and ninety ..." He trailed off, staring fixedly ahead, guiding the little car along the twisting road.