I don't get it

I don't get it.

Me too.
I didn't read it, though.

>"Severian, you must go o Thrax," said the gleaning plissimer of Master Bromine's spectral danse macaroon.
>So I departed for the North. On my way, I met a festoon-selling iridorian and we spent three days buttracing the gargantuan stairchimneys of the Antediluvian Tor of Grumblers. At the top, the Chatelainee of Slapchop deenuded my boomtube actuator, and I recalled a fable about butterflies.
>Chapter 9: The Hat Dimension
>I departed down the alley of blades and swiftly encountered an iridescent excrudescence of the scion of a manticore. "Two hats," I said. He nodded and tied his face to his face. Time makes liars of us all. Hyacinth.

There's nothing to get until near the end of Sword of the Lictor. Then the revelations start coming fast and furious.

Wow that was absolutely terrible

>fast and furious

Now I'm interested.

>didn't read it
Me neither but I think it's supposed to be a parallel of the story of Jesus or something. The planet is actually Earth in the far future. Or something. Of course, it's all obfuscated behind arcane made-up words and layers of allegory but it all comes together in the end and *pooooofffff* your mind gets blown when you see it.

None of the above qualifies as a spoiler since I'm talking out of my ass.

I read the first book in this book.
At first I hated it to hell, since it felt like a "guess what mundane thing the hero is looking at in this post-apocalypse world" story. Also I hated that they had a whole chapter where he found what he neglected to say was a dog.
By the end of the book it seemed very good.

None of the words are made up.

The first step is acknowledging that all these weak and effete generations cannot grasp the sublime and ineffable. Even those who think they get it do not. I know, because I think I get it. The will of the Increate is such that a dog is more than a dog, a claw more than a claw, but a coin just a coin.

Sublime beauty, pesky cacogens in masks within masks, and a fine non-jolly giant and his paracoita await you. Remember that two visions obsessed Severian from chapter two: a miraculous flambeau, and that the coming of the New Sun would engender life in the brush, and a leaf would sprout eyes, and you, too can be confused with the best of them, of whom I most assuredly am.