Only a few more days and my holly grail will be mine.
Well if one did not know over the break Kristoff staied with me most of the time. I turned 19(yay me) and I had the privlige to witness one of the greratist movies of all time; " V for Vendetta."
Now I will grace all that wish with some Priceless Qoutes from
V: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 it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone 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 vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
V: And now, for the crescendo.
Creedy: We've swept this place. All you've got are your knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We've got guns.
V: No, what you have are bullets, and the sheir hope that when your guns are empty I am no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: "Who?" "Who" is but the form following the function of "what", and *what* I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that!
V: 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.
Evey Hammond: [short pause] Oh... right.
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea and ideas are bulletproof.
V: People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.
V: Fear became the ultimate tool of this government.
V: The only verdict is vengeance. The vendetta.
V: There is no such thing as coincidence, just the illusion of coincidence itself.
V: I like God do not play with dice.
V: Remember, remember, the fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
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