segunda-feira, novembro 17, 2008




Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici


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By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.



Who are you?



Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.



Well I can see that.



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.



Oh, right.


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 is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. But whom, might I ask, am I speaking?

I´m Evey.

Evey? E...V...Of course you are.