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rfmcdonaldTaken from V for Vendetta page 18 (panels 3 through 9) and page 19 (panels 1 through 3), a dialogue between V and Evie, the young woman he rescued from rape by government thugs in post-apocalyptic Britain.
I've commented on this Alan Moore masterpiece before. Valerie's letter was what particularly got me that time.
"An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us."
The dialogue quoted above gets me this time.
It's not a coincidence, I think, that totalitarian regimes and aspirants worldwide--Stalin's Soviet Russia, the Islamic Republic of Iran, Nazi Germany, the Algerian Islamists--want so to restrict popular culture, to manage it, to strip it of passion and lust and energy and contradictions and leave it inert and useless.
Over in the comments at Hurry Up Harry, someone mentioned that V for Vendetta was the book that made him get involved in shaping the world.
I find myself indebted to Alan Moore on two accounts. I wonder if he'd be interested in knowing how that title managed to shape my life?
V: We are in the Shadow Gallery. This is my home.
Do you like it?
Evie: All of these paintings and books . . . I didn't even know there were things like this.
V: You couldn't be expected to know. They have eradicated culture . . . tossed it away like a fistful of dead roses.
Evie: All the books, all the films, all the music . . .
The music is beautiful. You must thing I'm really stupid . . . All I've ever heard is the military stuff they play on the radio.
But all this stuff on your dukebox sounds so . . . I dunno . . . alive. What's this playing now? The woman's voice doesn't even sound English.
V: It's not. And the word is "Juke-box." With a J.
The song is called "Dancing in the Streets." It's being sung by Martha and the Vandellas, perhaps the term "Tamla Motown" is familiar to you?
Obviously not. Hardly surprising, I suppose. After all . . . they eradicated some cultures more thoroughly than they did others.
No Tamla and no Trojan. No Billie Holiday or Black Uhuru.
Just His Master's voice. Every hour on the hour.
We'll have to see what we can do about that.
I've commented on this Alan Moore masterpiece before. Valerie's letter was what particularly got me that time.
"An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us."
The dialogue quoted above gets me this time.
It's not a coincidence, I think, that totalitarian regimes and aspirants worldwide--Stalin's Soviet Russia, the Islamic Republic of Iran, Nazi Germany, the Algerian Islamists--want so to restrict popular culture, to manage it, to strip it of passion and lust and energy and contradictions and leave it inert and useless.
Over in the comments at Hurry Up Harry, someone mentioned that V for Vendetta was the book that made him get involved in shaping the world.
I find myself indebted to Alan Moore on two accounts. I wonder if he'd be interested in knowing how that title managed to shape my life?
