Vichyssoise of Verbiage

I daily desire to tellingly flaunt flavourless wicked wit with assonance and alliteration annotating every elusive thought that traverses the track my mind incessantly inhabits. With willful and affluent affection I in inconsolable delight display an agonising example explaining the tragic, indeed indisputably inane brash brain with which I identify. I avidly ask the theatrically robust reader read aloud accurately this thoroughly quality quote:

"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 virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." - V for Vendetta