Mrs. Wilson had changed her costume some time before and was now attired in an elaborate afternoon dress of cream colored chiffon, which gave out a continual rustle as she swept about the room. With the influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a change. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur. Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Great Gatsby, Chapter 2. In the valley of ashes, there is a thick veil of gray dust that makes it look as if everything is made out of it. Especially George Wilson, who is wears his sadness and desolation like a gray suit. His wife Myrtle is having an affair with Tom Buchanan.