| November 10th. 1998. 2.00 AM "Give me a viking funeral." you said. That isn't much. Not after all you did. You came out of an abattoir unharmed, but not unchanged, and saw freedom's necessity, not just for you, but for us all. How purposeful was your vendetta, how benign, almost like surgery. Your foes assume you sought revenge upon their flesh alone, but you did not stop there... You gored their ideology as well. The people stand within the ruins of society, a jail intended to outlast them all. The door is open. They can leave, or fall instead to squabbling and thence new slaveries. The choice is theirs, as it ever must be. I will not lead them. But I'll help them build, help them create where I'll not help them kill. The age of killers is no more. They have no place within our better world. "Give me a viking funeral," you said. It's yours, my love. It's yours. |
That's from the novel. Evey has no intention of leading this new society, and neither did V. The terrorist plot was aimed not at seeking revenge for the atrocities at Larkhill, but by systematically eliminating the legitimacy of the government.
I believe it was Roger Ebert who lamented that it was a bit troubling to see so many London landmarks go up in flames.
But consider what these landmarks do for Norsefire. Over the past few centuries, Londoners have associated the palaces of Westminster with a democratic parliament, and the Old Bailey with age old legal traditions. When Norsefire takes over, the parliament is eviscerated; the age old legal traditions, junked. Norsefire keeps these buildings around because it likes to believe that it is the successor to a long line of legitimate British governments, when, in reality, its hardly more than a gang of thugs. Remove the buildings, and the government loses its props.




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