It is this false moneyer with his gravers and burins who seeks favor with the judge and he is at contriving from cold slag brute in the crucible a face that will pass, an image that will render this residual specie current in the markets where men barter. Of this is the judge judge and the night does not end.
--Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridan, or, the Evening Redness in the West
benjamin j robertson
managing editor, configurations
marrion l brittain postdoctoral fellow
school of literature, communication, and culture
the georgia institute of technology
