>In his delirium he ransacked the linens of his pallet for arms but there were none. The judge smiled. The fool was no longer there but another man and this other man he could never see in his entirety but he seemed an artisan and a worker in metal. The judge enshadowed him where he crouched at his trade but he was a coldforger who worked with hammer and die, perhaps under some indictment and an exile from men's fires, hammering out like his own conjectural destiny all through the night of his becoming some coinage for a dawn that would not be. It is this false moneyer with his gravers and burins who seeks favor with the judge and he is at contriving from cold slag brute in the crucible a face that will pass, an image that will render this residual specie current in the markets where men barter. Of this is the judge judge and the night does not end.
What did he mean by this?
>i read it in high school so it must be easy
>implying reading a book and understanding a book are the same thing
>implying /lit/ understands every book in the starter kit
>implying this wasnt dumb bait that got a response anyway
How I understand it :
The judge has found a new companion to observe or play with or torture, whatever. For this man, the judge's validation in his impossible task, forging money without fire, would be his salvation, his "end of the night".
The judge denies it to him. The night does not end.
This is an acceptable interpretation given the passage without context. Reading the novel reveals the importance of the absence of fire in the metal worker's forge, the relevance of the fact that he produces counterfeit money, and the portion of utmost importance - that the judge will always reject his false coin no matter how close the image comes to the genuine artifact.
There's a lot of complaining about reddit in here from people who are not nearly as knowledgeable about books as they believe. Typical /lit/. If you want to begin critical analysis of this dream and the rest of the book, start reading essays on Blood Meridian rather than relying on anonymous English undergrads.
>a rather difficult read, however.
blood meridian by Cormac McCarthy is a difficult read?
I read it on a Tennessee houseboat this summer, over two days of casting lines and watching filets brown on a griddle. Didn't put me off my meal in the slightest. Bit toothsome at the start though.
the kid is hallucinating a coldforger making coins for a hypothetical war kingdom which the judge would rule when day comes, but because the night (war, the spirit of brutality is inherent in men) will not end, the judge will not be king. After all, the cycles of culling are carried out by the judge, him being a kig would be directly contrary to that, and that's kind of the point here. He easily could be a cruel emperor, he's bad enough and he has the chops, but he can't be on that side of the cycle
The Judge is a false king, of a false world, with a false coinage, a mockery of the image of a king inspecting his royal mint. His system is the material world, the egoistic physical striving and reproduction of creatures in nature. This cannot exist without cyclical participants, like the circulation of coinage in an economy, and they are lured along by a promise (the dawn) which they do not realize is being rendered impossible by their very actions, perpetually trapped in the Judge's realm so long as they persist in appeasing it. The Judge is judge of this spellbound conformity to his order.
Them big-ass words