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People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.


- Defiant until the end, huh? You won’t cry like him, will you? You’re not afraid of death. You’re like me.
- The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is that we’re both about to die.
- How do you imagine that’s gonna happen?
- With my hands around your neck.

8.97 (68 votes)

Remember, remember, the 5th of November. 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 we 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.

8.92 (55 votes)

Il n’y a pas de coïncidence Delia, seulement l’illusion de la coïncidence…

8.89 (125 votes)

- Die! Why won’t you die?
- Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.


- 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 dramatic 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 by go vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violations 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 honour to meet you… And you may call me V.
- Are you like, a crazy person?
- I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask am I speaking?
- I’m Evey.
- Evey? E-vey. Of course you are.
- What does that mean?
- It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. Are you hurt?
- No, I’m fine. Thanks to you.
- Oh, I merely played my part. But tell me, do you enjoy music, Evey?
- I suppose.
- You see, I’m a musician of sorts… And on my way to give a very special performance.
- What kind of musician?
- Percussions instruments are my speciality. But tonight I intend to call upon the entire orchestra for this especially event… And would be honoured if you could join me.
- I don’t think so. I should be getting home.
- I promise you, it will be like nothing you’ve ever seen. And afterwards, you’ll return home safely.
- All right.

8.7 (59 votes)

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 by go vexetation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violations 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.


- It’s beautiful up here.
- A more perfect stage could not be asked for.
- I don’t see any instruments.
- Your powers of observation continue to serve you well. But wait. It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto…in honor of the holidays she seems to have taken from these parts…and in recognition of the impostor that stand in her stead.
Tell me, do you know what day it is, Evey?
- November the 4th?
- Not anymore.

Remember, Remember
The 5th of November
The gunpowders treason and plot
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

First the overture… Yes. Yes the stings. Listen carefully, can you hear it?… Now the brass…
- I can hear it ! How do you do that?
- Wait! Here comes the crescendo! How beautiful is it not?

8.18 (56 votes)

Notre histoire commence, comme souvent les histoires de ce genre, avec un jeune politicien plein d’avenir, non croyant et aussi membre du parti conservateur. Il est plus qu’obstiné de nature et n’a aucun respect pour le processus politique. Plus il acquière de pouvoir, plus son fanatisme s’affiche, et plus ses partisans deviennent agressifs. Finalement son Parti initie un projet spécial, au nom de la sécurité nationale, ce projet au début passe pour être de la recherche en arme biologique et se poursuit sans aucune limitation de budget alors que son but véritable est le pouvoir. Une hégémonie totale, absolue. Le projet toutefois prend fin de façon brutale, mais les efforts des protagonistes n’ont pas été vains. Une nouvelle technique de guerre est née du sang de l’une des victimes. Imaginez un virus, le plus terrifiant qui puisse exister, et ensuite imaginez que vous, et vous seul, ayez le remède. Si votre but ultime est le pouvoir, comment l’utiliser au mieux une telle arme ? C’est ici que dans notre histoire le loup sort du bois. C’est un homme apparemment sans conscience pour qui la fin justifie toujours les moyens, et c’est lui qui suggère que leur cible ne devrait pas être un ennemi du pays mais plutôt le pays lui-même ! Pour maximiser l’effet de l’attaque, trois cibles sont choisies : une école, une station de métro et un centre d’épuration. Plusieurs centaines de mort dès les premières semaines. [] Alimentées par les médias, la peur et la panique se rependent très vite, déchirant et divisant le pays jusqu’à ce qu’enfin le but véritable deviennent évident : avant les crises de Sainte Mary, personne n’aurait pu prévoir les résultats des élections de cette année-là, personne. Et ensuite, peu après les élections, voilà qu’advint un miracle. Certains crurent à une intervention divine mais c’était l’œuvre d’une compagnie pharmaceutique contrôlée par certains membres du Parti qui devinrent tous scandaleusement riches. Un homme et plusieurs extrémiste ont droit à un procès, et sont condamnés et exécutés pendant qu’un mémorial est élevé pour canoniser leurs victimes. Mais le résultat final, le vrai génie de ce plan était la peur. La peur devint l’instrument suprême de ce gouvernement et le moyen pour notre jeune politicien de se faire nommer pour tenir le poste nouvellement créé de Haut Chancelier. Le reste, comme on dit, appartient à l’Histoire.

6.67 (5 votes)

La révolution vaut bien une dance.

5.33 (5 votes)

Les mots sont les supports de la compréhension.

5 (6 votes)

Alors tu n’as plus peur, tu es totalement libre.

4.29 (4 votes)

Si t’es pas le cul le plus désolé de Londres, tu seras sûrement le plus déchiré !

4 (10 votes)

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