Do we remember that little octopus from Finding Nemo who inks herself when she’s nervous or scared? That’s me when I think of the Judge. Literally created to be the incarnation of evil, the Judge has been haunting readers since the book’s publication in 1985. He murders children, he looks like an albino version of Satan, and he once bought puppies just so he could throw them in a river and shoot them. He does it all while spouting the most persuasive, even beautiful rhetoric on the philosophies of good and evil. It’s literally the most fucked up shit you will ever read because he’s speaking such horrible things and still seducing you with his well-spoken ways. We never really find out if he’s actually the devil or if he’s human; it’s ambiguous throughout the book and McCarthy leaves you hanging on that question at the end. It’s said: “He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.” The Judge, who had throughout the book been oddly good at avoiding death, may perhaps be immortal. But what that leaves us with is the fact that no matter what, he’ll always be there. If that’s not enough to make you ink, you’re not reading this right.