Read the words, give them a thought or a laugh, allow them to penetrate your heart. Words are like magic! Visit my sacred place and let the words enchant you...
05-11-2006
V For Vendetta
V For Vendetta
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.
V: Remember, remember, the Fifth of November,/ The Gunpowder Treason and Plot... / I know of no reason/ Why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot...
Evey Hammond: My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth while politicians use them to cover the truth up.
[after a hail of gunfire doesn't stop V] Creedy: Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why won't you die? V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.
Finch: Who was he? Evey Hammond: He was Edmond Dantés... and he was my father. And my mother... my brother... my friend. He was you... and me. He was all of us.
Bij gebrek aan de tekst van "Ik word nooit groot" uit dezelfde Musical, schrijf ik het refrein neer zoals ik het me herinner:
Ik word nooit groot 'k Zit liever op mijn gemak Ik lees liever de gazet als een stomme ouwe zak
'k Hoef niet naar school niet vroeg naar bed Ik leid een leven als een strandjanet dus word ik nooit groot word ik nooit groot word ik nooit gro-ot nee nooit!