Names After Numbers

Hey Festus! I love the rolling kettle drums of thunder more than any words could ever say Gooch! Not to mention the brightest fastest lights we really know, Lightning; when the ground reaches for the sky. The character Evey is talking about is not Fawkes, anyway. He's a Fawkes-masked renegade (and accomplished fencer) code-named V, who employs terrorist tactics in the name of democracy. I'd pluck your eyes out to hear it better, Worm, if you like, but your chest feels it inside out and back, like bass doppler(ed), and adrenaline away! Published in 1989, the comics imagined a totalitarian England of the not-too-distant future, in which a draconian Thatcherism predicated on order, conformity and intolerance has mushroomed into totalitarian repression. With the smell of crispy ozone, Bacon, and the tastes of shocks, the touch of booms, a rolling purple black bruise of clouds on a level, racing by like the chased, across the sky. As the story goes, America's endless foreign war has led England into isolationism and panic, which an ambitious conservative politician has recognized and seized as a political tool, feeding public fear through deception of the most despicably murderous sort. I know you don't get this, but me and a half do, and that's enough, Thunder.