Gauzy

Mary was asked to try on a blue gauzy dress.

But first I took up Ayesha's kirtle and the gauzy scarf with which she had been wont to hide her dazzling loveliness from the eyes of men, and, averting my head so that I might not look upon it, covered up that dreadful relic of the glorious dead, that shocking epitome of human beauty and human life.

The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marshes was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds.

Were she but the daring equestrienne jumping through the flaming hoops, little it would matter to her if her gauzy skirts did catch.

Or perhaps something darker—a raw hunger, a blind ambition wrapped in the gauzy language of service?

2003: Although the books are scored in different keys—Clinton’s generally attempts to be gauzy and warm, Blumenthal’s is edgy and cold—their underlying refrain is the same. — The New Yorker, 14 July 2003