dark hours

A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds,
And when the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow,
And when the snow begins to fall
It's like a bird upon the wall,
And when the bird away does fly
It's like a shipwreck in the sky,
And when the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at your door,
And when your door begins to crack
It's like a stick across your back,
And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart,
And when your heart begins to bleed
Your dead
and dead
and dead indeed.

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

D.H. Lawrence

Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot…

Представянето на V пред Ив (разбира се не е същото без гласа на Хюго Ууйвинг):

Voil?! 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.

Ако забелязвате почти всички думи започват с V.