V. V for Vendetta

Remember, remember
The 5th of novemer

The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot

But what of the man?
I know his name was Guy Fawkes...
...and I know in 1605, he attempted
to blow up the Houses of Parliament.
But who was he really?
What was he like?
We are told to remember the idea
and not the man.
Because a man can fail.
He can be caught,
he can be killed and forgotten.
But 400 years later...
...an idea can still change the world.
I have witnessed firsthand
the power of ideas.
I've seen people kill
in the name of them...
...and die defending them.

But you cannot kiss an idea...
...cannot touch it or hold it.
Ideas do not bleed.
They do not feel pain.

They do not love.

And it is not an idea that I miss.
It is a man.
A man that made me remember
the 5th of November.
A man that I will never forget.
................................

- Who are you?
- Who?

Who is but the form
following the function of what...
...and what I am is a man in a mask.
- Oh, I can see that.
- Of course you can.
I'm not questioning your powers
of observation.
I'm merely remarking upon the paradox
of asking a masked man who he is.
- Right.
- But on this most auspicious of nights...
...permit me then, in lieu of
the more commonplace sobriquet...
...to suggest the character
of this dramatis persona.
Voilà!
In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran...
...cast vicariously as both victim and
villain by the vicissitudes of fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity...
...is a vestige of the vox populi,
now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation
of a bygone vexation stands vivified...
...and has vowed to vanquish these venal
and virulent vermin vanguarding vice...
...and vouchsafing the violently vicious
and voracious violation of volition.

The only verdict is vengeance,
a vendetta...
...held as a votive not in vain,
for the value and veracity of such...
...shall one day vindicate the vigilant
and the virtuous.

Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage
veers most verbose.
So let me simply add that it's
my very good honor to meet you...

...and you may call me V.

Are you like a crazy person?
I am quite sure they will say so.

.......................

I can't feel anything anymore!

Don't run from it, Evey.
You've been running all your life.
I can't... Can't breathe.

Listen to me, Evey.
This may be the most important moment
of your life. Commit to it.
You faced your death, Evey.
You were calm. You were still.
Try to feel now what you felt then.
Oh, God.
I felt...

God is in the rain.

V.


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