Live Blog: Blood Meridian Part Two
 
     By Inenarrable    "And they are dancing, the board floor  slamming under the jackboots and the fiddlers grinning hideously over  their canted pieces. Towering over them all is the judge and he is naked  dancing, his small feet lively and quick and now in doubletime and  bowing to the ladies, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous  infant. He never sleeps, he says. He says he’ll never die. He bows to  the fiddlers and sashays backwards and throws back his head and laughs  deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, the judge. He wafts his  hat and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps and he  swings about and takes possession of one of the fiddles and he  pirouettes and makes a pass, two passes, dancing and fiddling all at  once. His feet are light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he  will never die. He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great  favorite. He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says  that he will never...