Who are you?

Who?
Who is but the form following the function of What
And what I am is a man in a mask.

- Oh, I can see that. –

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.

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…

Voilà!

In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran,
Cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity,
Is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified
And has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice
And vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.



The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta,
Held as a votive not in vain,
For the value and veracity of such
Shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtous…

Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose.
So let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you
And you may call me «V»...



(Aus der Serie: «Wenn Sie nur einen film:Monolog auf eine einsame Insel mitnehmen dürften, ...»)


Beischlafend großartig!