shame and self-loathing that being Elvin in a world of Men visits
upon us has driven many to despair. We either try to pretend to
be Men and mingle in their affairs or simply let our minds sleep.
you seen young people at shopping malls, dressed in all manners
of outlandish costumes, with leather, feathers, piercings, wild
hats, and so forth, hanging out at the video arcades all day? You
might think of them as displaced youth truant from school, and they
would not deny it. But in truth they are elves, sleeping whilst
navigating Doom, inevitably becoming automatons to barely maintain
their bodies until the return of some rescuing hero.
e are scattered widely but thinly over this world, and it is difficult
for us to make contact with one another without attracting unwanted
attention. In this world of Men, Elves are worse off than the most
distrusted classes. We do not even have ghettoized neighborhoods
in which to pretend that all is well with the world. When will this