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第三十一回
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Zhu Bajie, Roused by Duty, Provokes the Monkey King · Sun the Pilgrim, by Wit, Subdues the Fiend

打棍當茶
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打棍當茶 A Club-Blow for Tea

xíngzhědào:「qiějiǎngxiánhuàzhǐshuōlǎosūnjīndàojiāhǎodàimànleyuǎnsuījiǔzhuànkuǎndàitóuquèshìyǒudekuàikuàijiāngtóushēnguòláiděnglǎosūngùnerdàngchá。」guàiwéndeshuōxiàodào:「sūnxíngzhěchàlejiàoleshuōyàogāigēnjìnláizhèxiǎoqúnyāoháiyǒubǎishíráo滿mǎnshēnshìshǒuchūdemén。」xíngzhědào:「yàoshuōshuōbǎishíjiùyǒuqiānwànzhǐyàochámíngbáilehǎogùngùnkōngjiàoduàngēnjué。」xíngzhědào:「qiějiǎngxiánhuàzhǐshuōlǎosūnjīndàojiāhǎodàimànleyuǎnsuījiǔzhuànkuǎndàitóuquèshìyǒudekuàikuàijiāngtóushēnguòláiděnglǎosūngùnerdàngchá。」guàiwéndeshuōxiàodào:「sūnxíngzhěchàlejiàoleshuōyàogāigēnjìnláizhèxiǎoqúnyāoháiyǒubǎishíráomǎnshēnshìshǒuchūdemén。」xíngzhědào:「yàoshuōshuōbǎishíjiùyǒuqiānwànzhǐyàochámíngbáilehǎogùngùnkōngjiàoduàngēnjué。」


逐句解 Line by line

xíngzhědào:「qiějiǎngxiánhuà xíngzhědào:「qiějiǎngxiánhuà

Pilgrim said, "Enough of this idle talk.

閑話, xián huà: idle talk, digression.

zhǐshuōlǎosūnjīndàojiāhǎodàimànleyuǎn zhǐshuōlǎosūnjīndàojiāhǎodàimànleyuǎn

Say only that old Sun has come to your house today, and you have shown a guest from afar but poor courtesy.

Now the joke changes shape. 怠慢, dài màn, to slight a guest, to receive somebody with scant courtesy; 遠客, yuǎn kè, a guest from afar. He is filing a complaint about hospitality.

suījiǔzhuànkuǎndàitóuquèshìyǒude suījiǔzhuànkuǎndàitóuquèshìyǒude

Though you have no wine and viands to entertain me, a head at least you have.

酒饌, jiǔ zhuàn, wine and dishes; 款待, kuǎn dài, to entertain properly. "No wine, no food — but you do have a head" is a superb piece of menace, and it works because the whole sentence is built on the etiquette of receiving visitors.

kuàikuàijiāngtóushēnguòláiděnglǎosūngùnerdàngchá。」 kuàikuàijiāngtóushēnguòláiděnglǎosūngùnerdàngchá。」

Come, stretch out that head of yours quickly, and let old Sun give it a blow of the staff by way of tea."

當茶, dàng chá, "by way of tea" — read dàng, "to serve as." Tea is what a host offers a guest the moment he sits down; Wukong proposes to take a blow of the staff instead, from the host's skull.

guàiwéndeshuōxiàodào:「sūnxíngzhěchàlejiàoleshuōyàogāigēnjìnlái guàiwéndeshuōxiàodào:「sūnxíngzhěchàlejiàoleshuōyàogāigēnjìnlái

The fiend, hearing talk of blows, laughed aloud, "Sun the Pilgrim, you have miscalculated: if you meant to fight, you should not have come in after me.

差了計較, chà le jì jiào, to have reckoned wrong — read chà, "amiss." 呵呵大笑, hē hē dà xiào, to laugh out loud. His point is sound: you should not have followed me indoors.

zhèxiǎoqúnyāoháiyǒubǎishíráo滿mǎnshēnshìshǒuchūdemén。」 zhèxiǎoqúnyāoháiyǒubǎishíráomǎnshēnshìshǒuchūdemén。」

Here I have a good hundred of my host, great and small; though you were hands all over, you could not fight your way out of my door."

大小群妖, dà xiǎo qún yāo, the whole host, great and small; 滿身是手, mǎn shēn shì shǒu, "hands all over your body" — that is, however many hands you had. As threats go it is well chosen, and the next passage answers it far too literally.

xíngzhědào:「yàoshuōshuōbǎishíjiùyǒuqiānwànzhǐyàochámíngbáilehǎogùngùnkōngjiàoduàngēnjué。」 xíngzhědào:「yàoshuōshuōbǎishíjiùyǒuqiānwànzhǐyàochámíngbáilehǎogùngùnkōngjiàoduàngēnjué。」

Pilgrim said, "Talk no nonsense. Never mind a hundred — were there thousands upon thousands, I need only pick them off one by one, and my staff shall not miss a stroke; I will leave you neither root nor trace."

查明白, chá míng bai, to reckon them up one by one; 棍棍無空, gùn gùn wú kōng, not a stroke of the staff falling idle; 斷根絕跡, duàn gēn jué jì, to leave neither root nor trace. The bookkeeping tone is the frightening part.


總評 Commentary

Wukong's challenge comes in the sardonic idiom of hospitality turned upside down: cast as an ill-used guest offered no wine, he demands the host's head instead, and a blow of the staff by way of tea. The grim playfulness — the forms of courtesy bent to the language of slaughter — is characteristic of the novel's battle-banter, and re-establishes the Great Sage's swagger after the long masquerade.

The demon's boast of his hundredfold host, and Wukong's answering vow to club them all and leave neither root nor trace, complete the ritual exchange of taunts that precedes combat throughout the book, and turn the chapter at last from words to war.