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The Waxwing Slain

I went to a party for people I work with Saturday night.   Elle was there too.

I was talking to her later about the sliding glass door at the house where the party was. People kept walking into it when it was closed. Both of us were rather amused by this.

I said it reminded me of the windex commercial  where the birds trick humans into walking into the glass door. Elle just said "I was the shadow of the waxwing slain."

This was the first line of the poem part of Nabokov's Pale Fire. It refers to a bird flying into a window.  A little more context makes it clear (no pun intended):

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure of the windowpane

There were two things to be gleaned from this conversation. One is the power of Nabokov's writing and how enduring the images he creates are.

The other is that Elle clearly occupies a higher intellectual plane than I do.  Her first thought was of a literary classic, mine was of a dumb tv commercial.
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