A Gathering of Elk

The windows of houses gleam gold in the falling dusk: elegant, sprawling houses, with flagstone driveways and landscaped lawns. There’s an artificial lake somewhere off to the right. Wrought-iron gates and fences. I’ve taken a wrong turn. I gave my name to the security guard at the entrance to the gated community, and asked for directions, but his careless wave sent me onto an unfamiliar road in the silky winter night. I’m headed for a party—a gathering of scholars—at a country club where any two or three of the chandeliers probably cost more than my car. 

Ahead, on the road, a…

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