. . . decorative trees trimmed as carefully as poodle dogs.
. . . she had little sharp predatory teeth, as white as fresh orange pith and as shiny as porcelain.
. . .she lowered her lashes and . . . slowly raised them again, like a theater curtain.
The light had an unreal greenish color, like light filtered through an aquarium tank.
. . . nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men. They smelled as overpowering as boiling alcohol under a blanket.
A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.
. . . using his strength as carefully as an out-of-work showgirl uses her last good pair of stockings.
The champagne as cold as Valley Forge . . .
. . . he sniffed at it like a terrier at a rathole.
"I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider. . ."
". . . their perfume has the rotten sweetness of a prostitute."
. . . with a funereal absorption, like an undertaker dry-washing his hands.
And that's just the first seven pages! Establishes a tone, doesn't it?