"So, what's the story?" "The story is about... a girl of about 14 or 15," "who's out riding her bike." "And I'm in a Rolls..." "Why a Rolls?" "Because..." "In Perrault, there are horse-drawn carriages." "I'm not Prince Charming, that would be pushing it..." "It's more like Beauty and the Beast." "I knock her down, and I fall in love with her, or fall on her, whatever." "I take her to a rather unusual hotel." "Then she wants to see England again, she's English, and the plane crashes." "At this point," "I start hallucinating about a religion, the cargo cult, practiced in New Guinea." "Airplane worship." "You'll have to explain that a bit." " The cargo cult?" " For those watching." "In New Guinea, there's an indigenous people, the Papuans, who practice this "airplane worship", the cargo cult." "They see these things flying over their heads without ever seeing them land, and they want to benefit from them." "So they want the planes to crash to get their hands on the freight." "I draw a parallel with Melody's death, who was killed in a plane crash." "And I hope that one of these cargo planes will fall with Melody in it." "In other words, bring her back." "Bring her back." "The transposition of eternal love." " That's what I meant by romanticism." " Yes, it's romantic." "I'm not a cynic, as others maintain." "I'm a romantic." "I always have been." "As a boy, I was shy and romantic." "I became cynical through contact with others, who attacked me for my ugliness," "and my candour." "They confused candour with cynicism." "In fact, what you call... ugliness is something you made into a style through your desire for perpetual candour." "They say I'm ugly..." "fine, I don't care." "It's worked for me." "I wrote somewhere that when I'm called ugly, I laugh quietly so you don't awake." "I said that thinking of Jane." "I've had pretty women, I have the most beautiful now, so my ugliness... those who are bothered by it..."