I don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you.
I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress.
I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't. In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart.
But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.
London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that.
Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life. In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.
In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her.
But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . .
They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak.
The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.
I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.
An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.
第二篇：v字仇杀队 经典台词
v字仇杀队 经典台词
This Visage, no mere Veneer of Vanity, is it Vestige of the Vox populi, now Vacant, Vanished, as the once Vital Voice of the Verisimilitude now Venerates what they once Vilified. However, this Valorous Visitation of a by-gone Vexation, stands Vivified, and has Vowed to Vanquish these Venal and Virulent Vermin vVn-guarding 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 Virtuous. Verily, this Vichyssoise of Verbiage Veers most Verbose Vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my Very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. （能数清楚这段话里有多少个V么？）
这个面罩，不只是虚华的外表，它代表着幸存的人民呼声。虽然现已空洞、没落，如同那些曾经客观的评论家们现在却屈服于那些他们曾厌恶的东西一样。但是，面对过往伤痛的强烈刺激，它焕发了生机，并决心铲除那些引来腐败堕落的邪恶毒虫。 遏制他们狂暴的，恶毒的，以及贪婪的对人性的破坏。对他们唯一的裁决就是复仇。 正义和惊醒的信念不是无用的。它们的价值终将与真理的价值一同显现。当然，我这段莫名其妙的杂碎汤带来的是最冗长的自我介绍。所以现在长话短说：能遇见您是我天大的荣幸，您可以叫我“V”。
1) Voilà! - 法语，啊呀，语气词。
2) view – 观点
3) vaudevillian - 杂耍演员
4) veteran - 老兵
5) vicariously - 替代地
6) victim - 受害者
7) villain - 恶人
8) vicissitudes - 变迁
9) visage - 面容
10) veneer - 外表,面饰
11) vanity - 虚荣
12) vestige - 残余
13) vox - 声音（拉丁语）vox populi (可能是拉丁语，民众的声音
14) vacant - 空虚
15) vanish - 消失
16) valorous - 无畏的
17) visitation - 降临
18) vexation - 恼怒，忿懑
19) vivified - 生动的，活生生的
20) vow - 发誓
21) vanquish - 击败
22) venal - 贪污的
23) virulent - 恶毒的
24) vermin - 害虫
25) vanguarding - 先驱的，以...为首的
26) vice - 罪恶的角色,匪徒
27) vouchfase - 赐予
28) vioulently - 暴力地
29) vicious = 邪恶的
30) voracious - 贪婪的
31) violation - 违犯
32) volition - 意志
33) verdict - 裁决
34) vengeance - 复仇
35) vendetta - 深仇
36) votive - 奉献
37) vain - 徒劳
38) value - 价值
39) veracity - 诚实
40) vindicate - 维护
41) vigilant 警醒的
42) virtuous - 有道德的
43) Verily - 真正地
44) vichyssoise - 奶油浓汤
45) verbiage - 空话
46) veer - 转向的
47) verbose - 冗长的
48) very - 非常地
49) V - V
新东方老师说。。。只要你把这一段背下来~基本上gre里面v开头的单词就扫掉了1/3~~当然里面还有20多个gre超纲词汇
所以~告诫大家。。。gre单词只是用来背的。。。不是用来运用的~~不然会被人视为疯子的。。。。毕竟那是god speak English。。。