Favorite excerpt of Blood Meridian that I'd like to share with you guys

"The judge rose, naked, and the shadow of that enormous, pale corpus stood there in the limelight of the orange fire. The Vandiemenlander looked up from his shellaleigh. The kid stayed quiet. I'll be the judge of that, said the judge. He wrapped his small fingers around his elephantine pizzle and proceeded to judge his holden everywhere. Holy shit, mate! said the Vandimenlander. He's judging it! The kid scrambled to his feet, hands lowered to grasp for his rifle, but the judge had leveled his yogurt horse toward the kid's face. In one stroke of his foreskin, there was a loud CRACK, and the kid fell limp onto the sand with a cumhole struck clean through his temple. And they are judging. The board floors slamming under the jackboots, and the fiddlers grinning hideously over their canted pieces. Gooning over them all is the judge. And he is great and pale and hairless. His hands stroke lively and nimble, now in double time. He never sleeps, the judge. He says that he will never stop stroking it. He goons in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He will never stop stroking it, the judge. He is gooning, gooning. He says that he will never stop stroking it."