Being young's a sort of sickness, Measles, mumps or chicken pox. Gather all your toys together, Lock them in a wooden box. That means tolchocks, crasting and dratsing, All of the things that suit a boy. When you build instead of busting, You can start your Ode to Joy. Do not be a clockwork orange, Freedom has a lovely voice. Here is good and there is badness, Look on both, then take your choice. Sweet in juice and hue and aroma, Let's not be changed to fruit machines
by Anthony Burgess
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The quote by Anthony Burgess reflects on the transient nature of youth, comparing it to common childhood illnesses. It suggests that being young can feel like a phase of suffering and urges children to gather their toys and embrace creativity instead of destruction. The idea of building rather than breaking is emphasized, hinting that true joy comes from constructive activities. This notion encourages young people to express themselves positively.

Burgess further invites the reader to appreciate freedom and the power of choice, highlighting the contrast between good and bad. He warns against being mechanical or losing one's individuality, likening it to being a "fruit machine." The imagery of sweetness encapsulates the essence of youth, while advocating for the importance of maintaining one's unique voice and perspective amidst societal pressures.

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