笔录一些杰出的词儿

V和evey初次见面时,V拔刀相助,evey问你是谁,V答道:
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 bygone 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.So let me simply add that it’s my very good
honor to meet you…and you may call me V .
这段念出来太帅了!

evey在V家里吃早餐的时候
V-I dare do all that may become a man.Who dares more is none.
evey—Macbeth.
……
V-People should not be afraid of their governments.Governments should
be afraid of their people.
V-The building is a symbol,as is the act of destroying it.Symbols are
given power by people.Alone, a symbol is meaningless,but with enough
people,blowing up a building can change the world.

E- 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.   
E- Oh, 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.
  
E- Right.   
V- But on this most auspicious of nights…permit me then, in lieu of
the more commonplace sobriquet…to suggest the character of this
dramatis persona.Voilà!In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran…cast
vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of ate.This
visage, no mere veneer of vanity…is a vestige of the vox populi,now
vacant, vanished.However, this valorous visitation of a bygone 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.So let me simply add
that it’s my very good honor to meet you…and you may call me V   
E- Are you, like, a crazy person?   
V- I am quite sure they will say so.But to whom, might I ask, am I
speaking?   
E- I’m Evey.   
V- Evey?E-vey. Of course you are.   
E- What does that mean?   
V- It means that I, like God…do not play with dice and do not believe
in coincidence.

evey在逃离V后,跑去gordon家避难时,G带她去了自己的地下小密室。
G—Unfortunately, a man in my position is expected to entertain young and
attractive ladies like yourself.Because in this world,if I were to
invite who I desired I would undoubtedly find myself without a home, let
alone a television show.

V找到了当年进行病毒实验的女科学家,在女科学家死之前他们的谈话。
V- There are no coincidences, Delia.Only the illusion of coincidence.

    Good evening, London.Allow me first to apologize .I do, like many of
you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine,the security of the
familiar,the tranquility of repetition.I enjoy them as much as any
bloke.But in the spirit of commemoration.Whereby important events of the
past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful,
bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday.I thought we could
mark this November the 5th a day that is, sadly,no longer remembered by
taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little
chat.There are, of course,those who do not want us to speak.Even now,
orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be
on their way.Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of
conversation, words will always retain their power.Words offer the means
to meaning and, for those who will listen,the enunciation of truth.And
the truth is :there is something terribly wrong with this country,
isn’t there? 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 surveillance coercing your conformity and
soliciting submission.   
     How did this happen? Who’s to blame?Certainly there are those who
are more responsible than others.And they will be held accountable.But
again, truth be told,if you’re looking for the guilty you need only look
into a mirror.I know why you did it.I know you were afraid.Who wouldn’t
be? 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 in your panic, you turned to the now
High Chancellor Adam Sutler.He promised you order,he promised you peace
and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last
night, I sought to end that silence.Last night,I destroyed the Old
Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten.More than 400
years ago, a great citizen wished to imbed the 5th of November forever
in our memory.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 to you,then I
would suggest that you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.But if
you see what I see ,if you feel as I feel,and if you would seek as I
seek,then I ask you to stand beside me,one year from tonight,outside the
gates of Parliament.And together, we shall give them a 5th of November
that shall never, ever be forgot.

evey在发现囚禁自己的居然就是V,异常愤恨,与V的对话。
V- That’s it! See, at first,I thought it was hate too.Hate was all I
knew.It built my world, imprisoned me taught me how to eat,how to drink,
how to breathe.I thought I’d die with all the hate in my veins.But then
something happened.It happened to me just as it happened to you.

V带着evey来到装满炸药的车厢前,这段我太喜欢了,全记录下。
E- These tracks lead to Parliament.
V- Yes.
E- Then it’s really going to happen, isn’t it?
V- It will if you want it to.
E- What?
V- This is my gift to you, Evey.Everything that I have: My home, my
books, the gallery, this train I’m leaving to you to do with what you
will.
E- Is this another trick, V?
V- No. No more tricks. No more lies.Only truth.And the truth is, you
made me understand that I was wrong that the choice to pull this lever
is not mine to make.
E- Why?
V- Because this world ,the world that I’m a part of and that I helped
shape, will end tonight.And tomorrow,a different world will begin that
different people will shape,and this choice belongs to them.
E- Where are you going?
V- The time has come for me to meet my maker and to repay him in kind
for all that he’s done.
E- V, wait!Please, you don’t have to do this.You could let it go.We
could leave here together.
V- No. You were right about what I am.I have no tree waiting for me.All
I want, all I deserve,is at the end of that tunnel.
E- That’s not true.
V- I can’t.
V说I have no tree waiting for me.我的心痛忍不住……

E-Can I ask about what you said on the telly?   
V-Yes.   
E-Did you mean it?   
V-Every word.   
E-You really think blowing up Parliament’s going to make this country
a better place?   
V-There’s no certainty, only opportunity.   
E-You can be pretty certain that if anyone does show up Creedy’ll
black-bag every one of them.   
V-People should not be afraid of their governments.Governments should
be afraid of their people.   
E-And you’ll make that happen by blowing up a building?   
V-The building is a symbol,as is the act of destroying it.Symbols are
given power by people.Alone, a symbol is meaningless,but with enough
people,blowing up a building can change the world.   
E-I wish I believed that was possible.But every time I’ve seen this
world change,it’s always been for the worse.

 I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their
tricks, but I don’t care.I am me.My name is Valerie.I don’t think I’ll
live much longer,and I wanted to tell someone about my life.This is the
only autobiography that I will ever write and, God I’m writing it on
toilet paper.   
   I was born in Nottingham in 1985.I don’t remember much of those early
years,but I do remember the rain.My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle
Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.I passed my 11
Plus and went to girls’ grammar.It was at school that I met my first
girlfriend.Her name was Sarah.It was her wrists.They were beautiful.I
thought we would love each other forever.I remember our teacher telling
us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.Sarah did.I
didn’t.In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina.That year I
came out to my parents.I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my
hand.My father wouldn’t look at me.He told me to go and never come
back.My mother said nothing.But I’d only told them the truth.Was that so
selfish?Our integrity sells for so little,but it is all we really
have.It is the very last inch of us.But within that inch we are free.
     
    I’d always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I
starred in my first film,The Salt Flats.It was the most important role
of my life.Not because of my career but because that was how I met
Ruth.The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other
lips but hers again.We moved to a small flat in London together.She grew
Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box and our place always smelt of
roses.   
    Those were the best years of my life.But America’s war grew worse
and worse,and eventually came to London.After that, there were no roses
anymore.Not for anyone.I remember how the meaning of words began to
change.How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became
frightening while things like “Norsefire” and the “Articles of
Allegiance” became powerful.I remember how “different” became dangerous.
  
    I still don’t understand it why they hate us so much.They took Ruth
while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life.It
wasn’t long till they came for me.   
    It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible
place.But for three years,I had roses and apologized to no one.I shall
die here.Every inch of me shall perish.Every inch…but one.An inch.It
is small, and it is fragile,and it is the only thing in the world worth
having.We must never lose it or give it away.We must never let them take
it from us.I hope that, whoever you are,you escape this place.I hope
that the world turns and that things get better.But what I hope most of
all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though
I do not know you and even though I may never meet you laugh with you,
cry with you or kiss you,I love you.With all my heart I love you.   
——Valerie

E- Tell me,do you like music, Mr. Finch?   
F- That music?   
E- Yes.His music.   
F- Who was he?   
E- He was Edmond Dantes.And he was my father and my mother.My brother.My
friend.He was you and me.He was all of us.      
E:No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this
country.But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

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