"I brought granite," said one bearded, robed older man to another. "It's got a better weight to it when you heft it. More accurate."
  "Nonsense," grumbled the other. "Have you seen the way pure Roman marble vaults. Check this out. I took it down myself." From beneath the fold of his robe he produced the broken face of Cesar.
  A man in the center was shouting, "The law of Moses commands us to stone her. What do you say?"
  In the center, Kristofferson kept drawing. The naked woman struggled to cover herself.