sylphlike

A dozen times (it was at those moments when glimpses of the light, sylphlike form of Inez flitted like some fairy being past the scene of their conferences) the good father fancied he was on the eve of a glorious triumph over infidelity; but all his hopes were frustrated by some unlooked-for opposition, on the part of the subject of his pious labours.

Joan Emery Sia's mazurka and pas de deux was sylphlike, rapturous and delicately phrased.

Hepburn, a rising star who was so charmed by his youthful designs that she insisted that he make her clothes for nearly all of her movies, and help mold her sylphlike image in the process.

"Kids don't have a problem until they learn to," they said, with a joyously sylphlike wave of their hand.

Tanglioni became a dancer's reference, not only for her sylphlike body, but also as a female figure, for countless dancers idealizing a tendency to the idolatry of femininity in ballet.

This week, the slightly less sylphlike trio were taking part in a charity shoot out against current rugby league stars Jon Wilkin of St Helens, Jack Owens of Widnes Vikings and Marc Sneyd of Hull FC.

It's never too late to start getting into shape and sculpt your way to sylphlike stature.

The sylphlike aesthetic of ballet encourages leanness, whereas the athleticism of modern repertoire may require and permit a more athletic muscular aesthetic.

Even when they speak to you it is like those sylphlike sirens luring Ullysses.

It's a brilliantly bipolar piece of acting, bringing an almost Method rawness to the writer's typically refined dialogue, and what gives Blanchett's performance such force is how expertly she modulates her character's mood swings: One minute she's a pill-popping, bleary-eyed wreck, the next she's a vision of radiant, sylphlike elegance, cozying up to a handsome diplomat (Peter Sarsgaard) who may hold the key to her future.

There is, in any case, an inescapable element of nostalgia adhering to the midcentury details caught on the fly in his early color work--in men's hats and overcoats, sylphlike female silhouettes, window displays smoldering among shards of reflected street signage.

This is not to say that life itself is graceful, that we glide sylphlike from one phase, one relationship, one home on to the next, but that we are in fact graced with being here at all.