"For a moment, before they [the mushrooms she'd collected] were bundled away by a servant to a place she knew nothing about, to a doom that did not interest her, she would stand there admiring them, in a glow of quiet contentment" (44).
I selected this passage because it is a beautiful portrayal of human life. Rather than describing what his mother's dress looked like or the way she wore her hair, Nabokov shows us how she spent damp afternoons. This is just so much more careful--it's so much more personal. We see who she is and we fall in love with her through the eyes of her own child. She is beautiful, poetic, whimsical.
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