Sounds in the summer air:
"The songbird yearned to sing a love song . . ."
"Do you need a beverage or a minuet?"
"We are all sexless, like a line of alphabet letters in a classroom."
Welcome to White Oak Plantation, an outpost of paradise that slipped the Lord's notice when he expunged the rest of Eden. Gazelles and antelope play here. Tigers roam. In the streams black-necked swans bob through the absurdities of their mating ritual. Perhaps even Terpsichore darts about in * the shadows, inspiring a menagerie of humans who have come to the plantation to prepare an...