A Clockwork Orange

"Whats is going to be then, eh?'
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither. Well, what they sold these was milk plus something else. They had no license for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet or synthemsc or drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels And Saints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg. Or you could peet milk with knives in it, as we used to say, and this would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of dirty twenty-to-one, and that was what we were peeting this evening I'm starting off the story with (Burgess pg. 3).

So I haven't read much into this book yet, just a little further then this, but I have to stop every few sentences to ask myself what Burgess is actually trying to tell me. Either I have an even smaller vocabulary then I thought or he is making up words. By all means what the hell is 'peeting'? And also, I don't see what he finds appealing in milk and liquor but...to each their own.
Other then that I do find the dialect interesting and I figure that once I get used to it the book will be quiet enjoyable... Well as enjoyable as it can be. I am aware that these 'droogs' rape at will and kill for pleasure. From what I've heard, this book will be haunting, which is a bit intriguing.
I am a little excited to be inside the head of a ruthless...person