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November 5

• forever remember November 5th, the day of the Gunpowder Plot against the parliament. I do not see why this plot, over time the memory should stop. But the man? I know that his name was Guy Fawkes and I know that in 1605 tried to blow up the English Parliament. But who was really? What kind of man was he? They teach us to remember ideas, not man, because man can fail. Man may be captured, can be killed and forgotten. But 400 years later an idea can once again change the world. I have witnessed firsthand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill for and by name ideas, I saw them die to defend them ... But you can not kiss an idea, you can not touch or embrace her ideas do not bleed, not prove pain ... ideas do not love. It is an idea that I miss but a man, a man who reminded me 5 November: a man who will never forget. [(Prologue)]

• In this extremely auspicious night so let me instead of the more familiar nickname to refer to the character of this Dramatis Person.
  Voilà. In view, a humble veteran of Vaudeville, called to take the place of both the victim and by the vicissitudes of fate. This face is not vacuous veneer of vanity, but a vestige of the vox populi, now empty, Vana hours. However, this visit to the vexation stands vivified, and has passed vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent to the Vizio, as guarantors of the Harrier and Voracious Violation of the Will. The only Verdict is Vengeance ... Vendetta ... And it gets one vote, not in vain because its 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 add that it is a great honor to meet you and you call me V. (V )
• Good evening, London. First of all, I beg your pardon for this interruption. As many of you I appreciate the comforts of routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy it as much as anyone else. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or after an awful bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November 5th, one day unfortunately sunk into oblivion, subtracting a bit 'of time in everyday life, to sit and chat. Some will want to take away the word, I suspect that at this time orders are being shouted on the phone and will soon reach the men armed. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power, because they are the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is that there is something terribly wrong with this country. Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your consent to this. How did it happen? Whose fault is it? Certainly there are those more responsible than others will have to answer for everything, but once again, to tell the truth, if you look for the culprit .. you need only look in the mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. And who would not have had? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and mental chaos meant that you turned to the High Chancellor, Adam Sutler. He has promised peace and order in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I tried to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed in our memory forever on November 5. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown, I suggest you let pass unnoticed on November 5. But if you see what I see, you feel as if I I, and if you are looking for as I am, I ask you to stand beside me, a year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a November 5 that will never be forgotten. (V )
• And so I hold the perfidy with my naked old expressions alien to me stolen from sacred texts and seem a saint when I do the part of the devil. (V )