Remember, remember the fifth of November...

Extract from the graphic novel "V for Vendetta", by Alan Moore & David Lloyd
You can check out: the movie coming soon, "V for Vendetta" (with Natalie Portman in it, yay!!!)


Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride?

She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is God-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She does not hate. She does not yearn. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her, though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me.

She does not love me. They think she is hard and cold, those who do not know her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave.

No freedom ever was so sweet. My love, I would stay with you forever, would spend my life within you. I would wait upon your every litterance and never ask the merest splinter of affection.

Fate... Fate... I love you.