"...one of the devotchkas- very fair with a big smiling red rot and in her late thirties I'd say- suddenly came with a burst of singing, only bar and a half and as though she was like giving an example of something they'd all been goroveeting about, and it was like for a moment, O my brothers, some great bird had flown into the milkbar, and I felt all the little malenky hairs on my plott standing endwise and the shivers crawling up like slow malenky lizards."
- Alex
This is an important moment, because up until this point, Alex is seen as a ruthless, violent person devoid of intellectuality and grace. His love for classical music, especially as the pieces he loves the most are beautiful and peaceful, conflicts paradoxically with his love for ultraviolence and causing suffering to others. Alex is a strange, multilayered character that has glimpses of humanness in his otherwise cold, mechanical demeanor.
