Sunday Sentence: Painted Horses by Malcolm Brooks
Simply put, the best sentence(s) I've read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
She takes him to a party at a friend's apartment, a chain-smoking assemblage of writers and intellectuals. John H does not speak French well enough to follow their conversation, which whirls and flashes like a festival, but he gathers she loves to argue, her tongue quick as a matador's cape.
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