跳出一隻斑斕猛虎 Out Springs a Striped and Savage Tiger
說不了,只見那山坡下剪尾跑蹄,跳出一隻斑斕猛虎。慌得那三藏坐不穩雕鞍,翻根頭跌下白馬,斜倚在路傍,真個是魂飛魄散。八戒丟了行李,掣釘鈀,不讓行者走上前,大喝一聲道:「孽畜,那裡走!」趕將去,劈頭就築。那隻虎直挺挺站將起來,把那前左爪掄起,摳住自家的胸膛,往下一抓,滑剌的一聲,把個皮剝將下來,站立道傍。你看他怎生惡相?咦!那模樣:说不了,只见那山坡下剪尾跑蹄,跳出一只斑斓猛虎。慌得那三藏坐不稳雕鞍,翻根头跌下白马,斜倚在路傍,真个是魂飞魄散。八戒丢了行李,掣钉钯,不让行者走上前,大喝一声道:「孽畜,那里走!」赶将去,劈头就筑。那只虎直挺挺站将起来,把那前左爪抡起,抠住自家的胸膛,往下一抓,滑剌的一声,把个皮剥将下来,站立道傍。你看他怎生恶相?咦!那模样:
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He had not finished speaking when, from under the slope of the mountain, with tail lashing and hooves flying, out sprang a striped and savage tiger.
說不了 takes 了 as the verb liǎo, "to finish," and the preceding 不 is therefore mechanical bù. 剪尾跑蹄, tail scissoring and hooves running; 斑斕, striped and gorgeous, is the standard epithet for a tiger.
Sanzang was so alarmed that he could not keep his seat on the carved saddle: he went head over heels off the white horse and lay slumped beside the road, his soul flown and his spirit scattered.
慌得, resultative de. 翻根頭, to turn a somersault — the Tang Monk falls off his horse in almost every mountain of this journey, and the novel never once tires of saying so. 魂飛魄散: the 魂 is the cloud-soul, the 魄 the body-soul, and to have them both leave you is to be no better than dead. 路傍 writes 旁.
Bajie flung down the luggage, drew out his muckrake, and, not letting the Pilgrim get in front of him, roared aloud, "Cursed beast, where are you going?"
釘鈀, the muckrake, takes 鈀 as pá. 不讓行者走上前 — Bajie will not let his brother go first, and it is worth marking: it is the pig who charges the tiger. 孽畜 takes 畜 as chù; 那裡走 is the interrogative nǎ, "where are you off to."
He rushed at it and struck straight down at its head. But the tiger reared bolt upright, raised its left forepaw, and hooked its claws into its own breast;
趕將去 and 站將起來 both take the directional 將, jiāng. 直挺挺站將起來 — the tiger rises on its hind legs, which is the first sign that it is not a tiger. 摳住自家的胸膛: it takes hold of its own chest.
it drew downward with a single rip, and with a slithering sound peeled the whole hide away, and stood at the roadside.
滑剌的一聲: 剌 reads là, per the ruling of ch. 18 at 劃剌的一聲. 皮剝將下來 takes 剝 as bāo, the vernacular "to peel," and 將 again as the directional. The image is unforgettable and entirely literal: the beast unzips itself.
You may look at the evil shape of him. Ah! The look of him was this:
怎生惡相 takes 相 as xiàng, appearance; 模樣 takes 模 as mú. The lead-in 咦!那模樣: stays with the prose segment, as all verse lead-ins do.
A body flayed raw and running with blood; legs and feet bowed round and hideously red.
Four couplets of eight graphs to eight, each half opening on a reduplicated adjective in 的: 血津津的, 紅媸媸的. The form is that of the 賦 and not of regulated verse. 赤剝 takes 剝 as bāo, flayed bare.
Whiskers at either temple like flame, tangled and loose; brows stiff as driven stakes and standing bolt upright.
火燄燄, 硬搠搠 — 搠, shuò, is to thrust or stake, and the brows stand like driven stakes.
Four steel fangs, white and bristling; a pair of golden eyes with a glittering light.
白森森 of the fangs, 光耀耀 of the eyes. The catalogue works downward from blood and limbs to hair, brow, tooth, eye, and finally voice, which is the order of an approach.
A breath of fury as he strained and roared aloud; a bristling manliness as he shouted in a savage voice.
雄糾糾 writes 赳赳, and 糾 takes jiū by the loan-graph rule, per ch. 19. The last two couplets abandon sight for sound, and hand the passage on to the shouted challenge that opens the next.
The tiger comes out of the rhapsody. Eight passages ago the mountain was said to hold, at dusk, a tiger of Ba's hills that hunts out its lair; here it is on the road. And the moment it is threatened it does the one thing no tiger does: it stands up on its hind legs, hooks its own chest with a forepaw, and pulls its skin off in a single downward rip, 滑剌的一聲 — with a slithering noise. The sentence is one of the small horrors of the book, and it is written without any adjective at all.
Note who acts. Sanzang falls off the horse and lies in the road with his souls gone. The Pilgrim, who has just been smelling the wind and pronouncing on its provenance, does nothing whatever. It is Bajie — hiding-Bajie, proverb-quoting Bajie — who throws down the luggage, pulls out the muckrake, refuses to let his brother go first, and charges. He is answered by a thing that takes off its skin. The four couplets that follow give the reader the flayed shape, from blood to voice, and the voice is the next passage's opening word.