As Brian Boyd wrote about this evening: "Yet for all the power of his prose, Nabokov, on his last visit to the America he still thought of as his new homeland, in his penultimate public reading ever, at the 92nd Street Y in April 1964 (the last was just a week later, at Harvard), read five poems and just one passage of prose: “The Ballad of Longwood Glen,” one of his greatest poems, and his most unprecedented, all-American and eerily ethereal, satirical sit-com side by side with surreal metaphysics, and with laughter here clapping the close of almost every couplet."