V: I can assure you, I mean you no harm.
Evey: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh, right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.

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why does medication from neighbourhood clinics always have to come in a little white plastic bag, such that when you go buy lunch after seeing the doctor, even the cai peng aunty knows that you've been to the doc's?