V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.
Justice: Good evening, V.
V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...
Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.
V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."
V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.
Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!
V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!
V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.
Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...
V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!
V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.
V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.
Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?
V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.
*KABOOM!*
-"V for Vendetta"
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Date: 2007-02-11 07:36 pm (UTC)My friend described Cerebus as "a really smart series about a stinky, mean, sarcastic aardvark".
What I've read so far is parody -- Cerebus the Aardvark is a parody of Conan the Barbarian, and all the other characters seem to be parodies too. And, yes, it's smart and funny and about a stinky, mean, sarcastic aardvark. And about politics and religion and philosophy and sex.
I googled about Cerebus and the author, Dave Sim, to learn more about his attitudes towards women and so forth. From what I can figure out, Sim went crazy about half-way through the 300-issue run of Cerebus.
He did a lot of drugs, especially LSD, and had hallucinations. He had "religious visions", then new visions that explained that the old visions were from a false god. He invented his own religion, based on a combination of Islam and Christianity.
Friends of his say he once admitted that he had been hospitalized for schizophrenia, but he denies it now.
So... I'm going to read it anyway, and if the insanity gets to be too much for me at about issue #186 (the one that everybody talks about as mysogynistic), then I'll stop reading it.
Should be interesting!