November 2010
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I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds/Fire-riding, wheeling when I lead em up/Drank whisky with my water, sugar in my tea/My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags/I dream a highway back to you.
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“His features were extremely illuminating when he chose, and he could express anything and everything; but when he was at rest he used to look like an idiot. One day when I chaffed him about it, he replied that the important thing in this world was to never look like what one was. He was not content merely being thought humble— he wanted to be thought stupid. It amused him to say that...
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“While the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always...”
– from v’s televised speech, v for vendetta
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