This Is England," He Explained. "tell Someone

I Am A Mass Of Contradictions.

It Was Almost Funny. Life Seemed Downright Accidental In Its Brevity, And Death A Punch Line To A Lousy Joke.

I Envisioned Huge Piles Of The Elf Hotel Flying Off The Belt, Taking Down Everybody In Sight. I Had Seen Pictures Of That Elf Hotel - It Had Sharp Candy-cane Spires That Could Easily Impale Someone. If Anyone Was Ever Going To Be Killed By An Elf Hotel, It Would Be My Parents.

Once Again, Her Parents' Problems Had Run Through Her Life Like A Piece Of Heavy Equipment, Smashing Everything In Their Way.

Why Paris? Paris Needs No Reason. Paris Is Its Own Reason.