I'm reading this book, "Less:A Novel" that is filled with these perfect epigrammic sentences. "Freddy, unable to swallow even the vegetables of small talk, stalked to the bar for another champagne."
But Less came late to the party; what he met were not young Turks but proud bloated middle-aged artists who rolled in the river like sea lions. They seemed over-the-hill to him; he could not understand they were in the prime of their minds: