As promised, I am returning to Cormac McCarthy's classic Novel Blood Meridian. In conjunction with creating absolutely breathtaking imagery, the author puts words in his characters' mouths that make the reader think. In the following passage, the violent sojourners come upon the abandoned ruins of Santa Rita del Cobre, a copper mine.
They posted guards atop the azotea and unsaddled the horses and drove them out to graze and the judge took one of the pack-animals and emptied out the panniers and went off to explore the works. In the afternoon he sat in the compound breaking ore samples with a hammer, the feldspar rich in red oxide of copper and native nuggets in whose organic lobations he purported to read news of the earth's origins, holding an extemporary lecture in geology to a small gathering who nodded and spat. A few would quote him scripture to confound ...