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Quote1 Remember, remember, the 5th of November, the Gunpowder Treason and plot; I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot. Quote2
--V (V for Vendetta)

Quote1 Please allow me to introduce myself... I'm a man of wealth and taste. Quote2

--V (V for Vendetta)

V for Vendetta

"The flames of freedom. How lovely. How just. Ahh, my precious anarchy... "
--V


"Please allow me to introduce myself... I'm a man of wealth and taste. "
--V


"Vi veri veniversum vivus vici. By the power of truth, I while living, have conquered the universe. "
--V


"Did you think to kill me? There's no flesh and blood within this cloak to kill. There is only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof. "
--V
Good evening, London. It's nine o'clock and this is the Voice of Fate broadcasting on 275 and 285 metres in the medium wave...It is the fifth of the eleventh, nineteen-ninety-seven.
--The opening of V for Vendetta
Mr. Finch, director of the Nose/investigative branch of the government:"I think he's a psychopath, Leader. I use the word in it's most precise sense."
Mr. Susan, the head of the government:"I see. Then we can't assume that 'Codename V' will behave like a conventional terrorist. We can't assume that he will eventually issue a set of demands or ask for the usual concessions."
Finch: "I don't think he's out for concessions. I think he's out for blood."
Susan: "Then he's certainly getting it, isn't he, Mr. Finch? He's blown up the Houses of Parliament, dispatched five of Mr. Almond's Fingermen--and now he's abducted our top broadcaster. If Prothero is unable to make his 'Voice of Fate' broadcasts as scheduled, our credibility will suffer. Two days, Mr. Finch. That's all it's taken him."
Finch: "Couldn't Mr. Dascombe arrange a stand-in for Prothero, Leader?"
Susan: "Oh yes. But the problem is that Mr. Dascombe is too good at his work. The people actually believe that the voice of Lewis Prothero is that of the Fate computer. Britain's belief in the integrity of Fate is the cornerstone of our New Order. Any change in the voice and it just won't be the same."
Finch: "I see. From a propaganda angle we've been put in a bit a spot, haven't we? Although personally I don't go much for this 'New Order' business. It's just my job to help Britain out of this mess. You already know that, Leader."
Susan: "Indeed I do, Mr. Finch. You have expressed such sentiments before. That you are still alive is a mark of my respect for you and your craft. Leave me now. There are many problems to consider. I wish to speak with Fate. England prevails, Mr. Finch."
Finch: "England prevails, Leader."
--Mr. Finch and Mr. Susan, Chapter Four: Vaudeville.
Mr. Finch, briefing Mr. Susan on what they know of V and his activities: "..You see, there are two possible motives here, not one. The first motive is revenge. He escapes from Larkhill and vows to get even with his tormentors. The Parliament bombing and other stuff is just a smokescreen. The whole exercise was an elaborate, chilling vendetta."
"That's the explanation that I find most reassuring, funnily enough. Because it means that he's finished now. That means that it's over."
"The second motive is more sinister. Like I said, everyone who could have identified him is now dead. What if he's just been clearing the ground? What if he's planning something else?"
"You see, this diary that we found...it was in full view on the doctor's writing bureau. We didn't have to search for it. He left it there, I'm sure of it. He wanted it to be found. He wanted us to know the story. But...and here's a funny thing...he didn't want us to know all of it."
"Some of the pages had been torn out. It wasn't Dr. Surridge who did that. What was on the missing pages, eh? His name? His age? Whether he was Jewish or homosexual, or black or white?"
"And furthermore, if his vendetta is really over...Why did he care whether we knew or not?"
"He's playing games with us. He's playing games that are just as elaborate as the design on the floor of room five. As elaborate, as mad, and as deadly."
"You see, you deal with something like this...a scheme that's as ingenious as it is irrational and it's like walking on quicksand. You get slowly sucked into it...I mean, Fate doesn't have any records of what happened at Larkhill, we didn't keep records of what went on at any of the camps. I suppose we we being cautious."
"But look...For all we know this diary could be a complete and utter fake. Codename 'V' could have written it himself. He might never have been at Larkhill at all, do you see? It could all be another smokescreen, a false trail, another cover story..."
Mr. Susan: "Mr. Finch, can you expect me to believe that anyone would kill over fifty people for no other reason than to provide himself with a cover story? The very idea is...
pauses
...madness.
Ah yes. I see..."
--Mr. Finch and Mr. Susan, end of Volume 1 of V for Vendetta.

Adam Susan

The Leader goes into work and turns on the Fate Supercomputer to begin his day

My name is Adam Susan. I am the Leader.
Leader of the lost, ruler of the ruins. I am a man, like any other man.
I lead the country that I love out of the wilderness of the twentieth century. I believe in survival. In the destiny of the Nordic race. I believe in fascism.
Oh yes, I am a fascist. What of it? Fascism…a word. A word whose meaning has been lost in the bleatings of the weak and the treacherous. the Romans invented fascism. A bundle of bound twigs was its symbol. One twig could be broken. A bundle would prevail. Fascism…strength in unity.
I believe in strength. I believe in unity. And if that strength, that unity of purpose, demands a uniformity of thought, word and deed then so be it. I will not hear talk of freedom. I will not hear talk of individual liberty. They are luxuries. I do not believe in luxuries. The war put paid to luxury. The war put paid to freedom. The only freedom left to my people is the freedom to starve. The freedom to die, the freedom to live in a world of chaos. Should I allow them that freedom?
I think not. I think not. Do I deserve for myself the freedom I deny to others? I do not.
I sit here within my cage and I am but a servant. I, who am master of all that I see.
I see desolation.
I see ashes.
I have so very much. I have so very little.
I am not loved, I know that. Not in soul or body. I have never known the soft whisper of endearment. Never known the peace that lies between the thighs of woman. But I am respected. I am feared. And that will suffice. Because I love.
I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling.
Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride?
She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is Godlike in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within.
How stupid I must seem to her. How childlike and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She does not hate. She does not yearn. She is untouched by joy or sorrow.
I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me.
They think she is hard and cold, those who do not know her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them.
She touches me, and I am touched by God, by Destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet. My love, I would stay with you forever, would spend my life within you. I would wait upon your every utterance and never ask the merest splinter of affection. :Fate… Fate… I love you.

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