There’d be an orchestra
Bingo! Bango! Playing for us To dance the Tango, And people would clap When we arose,
At her sweet face
And my new clothes.
—The Crack Up, 159
“The sister, Catherine, was a slender, worldly girl of about thirty, with a solid, sticky bob of red hair and a complexion powdered milky white. Her eyebrows had been plucked and then drawn on again at a more rakish angle, but the efforts of nature toward the restoration of the old alignment gave a blurred air to her face. When she moved about there was an incessant clicking as innumerable pottery bracelets jingled up and down upon her arms.
—The Great Gatsby, 31
“She was in the shop now, it seemed, moving lithely among the velvets and the furs, her, own dress making, as she walked, a debonair rustle in that world of silken rustles and cool soprano laughter and scents of many slain but living flowers.”
“She would go elsewhere after a while, tilting her head a hundred ways under a hundred bonnets, seeking in vain for mock cherries to match her lips or plumes that were as graceful as her own supple body.
Noon would come—she would hurry along Fifth Avenue, a Nordic Ganymede, her fur coat swinging fashionable with her steps, her cheeks redder by a stroke of the wind’s brush…the doors of the Ritz would revolve, the crowd would divide, fifty masculine eyes would start, stare, as she gave back forgotten dreams to the husbands of many obese and comic women.”
—The Beautiful and Damned, 106
“Then with a last soothing brush that left an iridescent surface of sheer gloss he left his bathroom and his apartment and walked down Fifth Avenue to the Ritz-Carlton.”
—The Beautiful and Damned, 19
“They played louder and gayer than ever, and Caroline danced with grace and vivacity, her pink, filmy dress swirling around her, her agile arms playing in supple, tenuous gestures along the smoky air.”
— “His Russet Witch”
“His step was alert as if he had just come from some great doings and was hurrying on toward others…His hat was a perfect hat and he carried a heavy stick and yellow gloves.”
—Tender is the Night, 88
“His hat was green, actually! His coat, seasons old, was quite evidently the product of a well-known ready-made concern. His shoes, long and narrow, turned up at the toes. From head to foot everything that could possibly be wrong about him was wrong.”
— “The Popular Girl”