The relevant paragraph follows below:

And the more one thinks of wings, not chicken wings or airline wings, or even the wax wings of Icarus, or the waxwings of Nabokov, the more one thinks rather of Andrew Marvell's phrase for the onrush of mortality, "Time's winged chariot."

The rest is well worth reading and a terrific exploration of psychic freight of poshlost: http://www.slate.com/id/2164517