alternative ending on A clockwork orange

it all turned dark as the bolshy, vonny bratchny dressed in the heighth of white fashion was coming as slow as a baboochka. I viddy round me and Oh My Brothers, Your Humble Narrator was surprised to look at the platties I was wearing, but Len, Rick and Bully were too wearing them, like this big platties and harsh harsh harsh to move. I started smeching and going buaaa buaaa buaaa and my drooges smeching hahaha, and I slosh voices saying Welly well welly and pee and em going buaaaa buaaaa buaaa and then Oh My Brothers lovely lovely and glorious Ludwig van and I was tolchoking really horrowshow that grazhny bratchny as the pum pum of the drums, I was the master of the orchestra. And I tolchoked pam, pum, spaz, spam but the bolshy white man pump some stuff into me, and  my brothers, believe me or kiss my sharries, I was peeting a chasha of chai with lovely Beethoven and Bog. We were govoreeting about music like a language and that our jeezny should be music and we were in the Korova Bar and old Dim and old Georgie joined us and pretty devotchkas surrounding us and then we all lovely lovely Beethoven, old Bog, old Dim and old Georgie and Your Humble Narrator make de old in-out to the sweet devotchkas, and Oh My Brothers this happened every day and to leave my old droogies I said: Where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there and your old drug Alex all on his oddy knocky seeking like fun. And so, I returned to govorett with Len, Rick and Bully, and my brothers, believe me or kiss my sharries the old white man returned with a glass of knify moloko. A terrible grahzny vonny wolrd really, O my brothers. And so farewell from your little droog. And to all others in this story profound shooms of lipmusic brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries. But you, O my brothers, remember sometimes thy little Alex that was. Amen. And all that cal. As Alex was ending with his story of the night the nurses who ought to look after him brought his wheelchair and transport him to his room. The other patients stood still showing his desire to sleep. The nurses introduced Alex nicely into his bed, while he was repeating the words “And all that cal” over and over again. 518 words.