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第三十二回
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睡覺
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睡覺 The Truant's Nap

wǎngshuìjiàoshuìjiàohuíhánhándeyìngzhǐshuōshìxúnleshānjiùliǎozhàng。」dāizishíjiānjiǎoxìngqiānzheyòuzǒuzhǐjiànshānāowānhóngcǎotóuzuāndejìn使shǐdīngdeshuìxiàyāoshēnleshēndàoshēng:「kuàihuójiùshìwēnxiàngzhèbānzài。」wǎngshuìjiàoshuìjiàohuíhánhándeyìngzhǐshuōshìxúnleshānjiùliǎozhàng。」dāizishíjiānjiǎoxìngqiānzheyòuzǒuzhǐjiànshānāowānhóngcǎotóuzuāndejìn使shǐdīngdeshuìxiàyāoshēnleshēndàoshēng:「kuàihuójiùshìwēnxiàngzhèbānzài。」


逐句解 Line by line

wǎngshuìjiàoshuìjiàohuíhánhándeyìngzhǐshuōshìxúnleshānjiùliǎozhàng。」 wǎngshuìjiàoshuìjiàohuíhánhándeyìngzhǐshuōshìxúnleshānjiùliǎozhàng。」

“I’ll go off somewhere and sleep — have a nap, then go back and fob him off with something vague, just say I’ve patrolled the mountain, and the whole business is settled.”

睡覺 (shuì jiào), "to sleep" — jiào; 一覺, "a nap" ( ). 了其帳 (liǎo qí zhàng), "settle the account" — liǎo; here ; 答應 yìng.

dāizishíjiānjiǎoxìngqiānzheyòuzǒuzhǐjiànshānāowānhóngcǎo dāizishíjiānjiǎoxìngqiānzheyòuzǒuzhǐjiànshānāowānhóngcǎo

For the moment the blockhead was well pleased with himself; shouldering his rake, he walked on, until he spied, in a hollow of the hills, a curving slope of red grass.

僥幸 (jiǎo xìng), "well pleased with one’s luck." 搴著 (qiān zhe), "shouldering" — zhe; .

tóuzuāndejìn使shǐdīngdeshuìxiàyāoshēnleshēndàoshēng:「kuàihuó tóuzuāndejìn使shǐdīngdeshuìxiàyāoshēnleshēndàoshēng:「kuàihuó

He bored straight in, spread out a bed on the ground with his rake, rolled himself down, gave his back a good stretch, and said: “Bliss!

轂轆 (gū lù), "rolling [over]." 地鋪, "a bed on the ground." 鑽得 de; here .

jiùshìwēnxiàngzhèbānzài。」 jiùshìwēnxiàngzhèbānzài。」

Not even that Bimawen could be as free and easy as I am.”

自在 (zì zai), "free and easy." ; 不得 .


總評 Commentary

Eight Rules resolves on exactly the truancy Pilgrim predicted: he will nap, then return with a vague, mumbled report that he has “patrolled the mountain,” and so “settle the whole business.” The candor of his scheming — spoken aloud to no one, as he supposes — is the comedy of a character wholly transparent in his laziness.

Finding a hollow of red grass, he burrows in, beds down with his rake, stretches, and pronounces himself in “bliss,” free as not even the hated Bimawen could be. The irony is exact, for the Bimawen is at that moment perched on his ear, having heard every word; Eight Rules’s boast of freedom is uttered directly into the ear of his surveillance.