Please don’t think it was merely physical. I’d say, to my father, “Who is that lady?” and he’d say, “That’s Madam Justice.” And I’d say, “Isn’t she pretty.” I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I’ve long admired you…albeit only from a distance. “The poor boy has a crush on me…an adolescent infatuation.” Actually, I’ve been a fan of yours for quite some time. I thought that it was time we had a little chat, you and I.Īhh…I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. Perhaps you were merely enjoying the view. Perhaps you were intending to take a stroll. V Speaks to Madam Justice on Anarchy (pp. I would wait upon your every utterance and never ask the merest splinter of affection. My love, I would stay with you forever, would spend my life within you. The whole of existence courses through her. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by Destiny. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They think she is hard and cold, those who do not know her. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is Godlike in its scale. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Never known the peace that lies between the thighs of woman.īut I am respected. I have never known the soft whisper of endearment. I sit here within my cage and I am but a servant.
The freedom to die, the freedom to live in a world of chaos.ĭo I deserve for myself the freedom I deny to others? I do not. The only freedom left to my people is the freedom to starve. I will not hear talk of individual liberty. I believe in unity.Īnd if that strength, that unity of purpose, demands a uniformity of thought, word and deed then so be it. A word whose meaning has been lost in the bleatings of the weak and the treacherous. I lead the country that I love out of the wilderness of the twentieth century. Do you remember, commander? Do you remember when it was people gathered in this sordid little enclosure? People half dead with starvation and dysentery? Chapter Five VERSIONSĪdam Susan’s Ode to Fascism and Fate (pp. Yet it’s deuced odd, isn’t it? How you can show so much concern for porcelain and plastic…and show so little for flesh and blood. Chapter Four VAUDEVILLEĪdmirable concern, commander. They’d all got together with some of the big corporations that had survived. It was all the fascist groups, the right-wingers.
Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. We’ll have to see what we can do about that… Chapter Three VICTIMSĮveryone is Special (p. Is that a copy of Human Action by Ludwig von Mises on V’s shelf?Ībout the State’s Eradication of Culture (p. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.” “Remember, remember the fifth of november, the gunpowder treason and plot. Remember, Remember the Fifth of November… (p. Me? I’m the king of the twentieth century. “The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him…” That We Need Bigger Government is Always a Lieīook One: Europe After the Reign Chapter One THE VILLIAN.A Quote that V Incorrectly Attributes to Dr.About the State’s Eradication of Culture.Remember, Remember the Fifth of November….
What follows are some excerpts from the graphic novel, V for Vendetta. V for Vendetta Written by Alan Moore Art by David Lloyd Buy the Book Here (hardback)