...ELVES

If I had time, I would find and copy for you a piece I once wrote on the character of elves, who may not now exist distinctly, but have nevertheless woven themselves over time, by bits and pieces into the whole of the human race.

But since I don't, I will only recall for you a fragment of that piece which seems to bear on the present state of our friendship.

Imagine, if you will, two individuals in earnest discussion on a subject of extreme consequence. If they are men, they are almost certain to observe the ponderous courtesies of discourse. But if they are elves, one or even both of them are likely to be distracted by a butterfly.

Then one, or as I say, even both of the elves will pursue the butterfly. Later they will go on to chase separate interests for months or perhaps years. At last, by sheer coincidence, they will return to each other's presence and continue the discussion as if not a single second had elapsed.

Now it isn't fair to judge elves by human standards. But then why should we humans trouble ourselves with any form of regret for the delightful capacities which some of us have inherited from them?