They rode on and the sun in the east
flushed pale streaks of light and then a
deeper run of color like blood seeping up in
sudden reaches flaring planewise and where
the earth drained up into the sky at the edge
of creation the top of the sun rose out of
nothing like the head of a great red phallus
until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat
and pulsing and malevolent behind them.
Clearly a guy who could apply imagination to observation. Since I'm reading on pdf I have to deliberately avoid falling into the trap of speeding through what seem like unnecessary passages, but that's where the real beauty of McCarthy lies.