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Have you ever wondered what V (V for vendetta) says when he first meets Evey? I have, but then thought this is one of the quirky dialogs by the The Wachowski Brothers which you are not supposed to understand. Now that I have heard the audio book based on the screenplay and red the actual comics by Allan Moore (which inspired this movie as well as an underlying presence in Matrix), I’m a bit curious. Funny though that this dialog is not present in the comics, there he just says “I don’t have a name, you can call me V” but considering it closely, they both (comics and the movie) are completely different stories; I know that they share similar story line and characters. I say similar, even though some characters are the same because they act and feel different. For example in the movie V is mostly serious and focused but in the comics he is always joking and playing around even though both characters have gone though the same hell. Nevertheless this dialog moved me (knowing the entirety of the story) and I hope it did the same to you.

The original dialog,
V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure you I mean you no harm.
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: Oh. 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.
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 a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into poster on wall]
V: 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.
[giggles]
V: 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.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?
Evey Hammond: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey Hammond: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don't believe in coincidences.

And here is the translation,

V: Voilà! In view, a humble play veteran, cast interchangeably as both victim and villain by the unexpected change of Fate. This appearance, no mere superficial one of pride, is a thin trace of the public opinion, now vacant, vanished. However, this courageous visit of a by-gone annoyance stands to give life to something and has vowed to vanquish these corrupt and extremely poisonous weasels preciously guarding the vice and to promise the violently malicious and eager violation of free will.
[carves V into poster on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as an oath, not in vain, for the value and truth of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
[giggles]
V: Truthfully, this mixture of word twist is most annoying, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.