Contemporary Goblin Society is like an awkward giant bumbling around in its hormonal adolescence phase. We are here to nurture it and tell it stories in remedial English while it is still young, to culturally invest ourselves in it while it is still nervous, polluted and stupid. But once this giant undergoes puberty and rises into the world, no longer a babbling, dysfunctional invalid, well, our hope is that it will remember us fondly and take pity on us when we ourselves are old and penniless. Though it is an ambitious and uncertain endeavor, perhaps we can at least ensure that this metaphorical giant will not push our proverbial Human wheel chair down the stairs.