The sunlight reflects strangely on his face, turning brown to a dull gold. His forehead is drawn tight and smooth. Cheekbones rest beneath sunken eyes with lips pursed above a pointed chin that shines like the top of a dirty river. The bust ends just below the breast, where the sternum meets the wood pedestal. Cast in bronze, John Jay’s stare holds steady as first-year students fill the lounge below his gaze, studying and talking through long nights inside the building with his namesake.