Lin realized that she was living in an unsustainable realm. It combined sanctimony, decadence, insecurity and snobbery in a weird, neurotic brew. It was parasitic.
Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance, Thou dost not toil nor spin, But makest glad and radiant with thy presence The meadow and the Lin.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
They are dark warriors, yet they resemble our own Lin Kuei!
Gorau Cymro tro trylew Biau'r wlad, Lin Bywer Lew, G?r meingryf, gorau mangre, A phiau'r llys; hoff yw'r lle.
The Lin Kuei! They surround us!