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第三十二回
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亡人啄我
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亡人啄我 Pecked Awake

dāizihuāngdejiāngláikǒuluànrǎngdào:「yǒuyāoguàiyǒuyāoguàichuōleqiānglezuǐshànghǎoténgya。」shēnshǒuyāngchūxiěláiledào:「cèngdèngayòuméishénshìzěnmezuǐshàngguàlehóng?」kànzhezhèxuèshǒukǒudāodāodeliǎngbiānluànkànquèjiàndòngjìngdào:「shényāoguàizěnmechuōqiāngme?」táitóuwǎngshàngkànshíyuánláishìzhuóchóngzàibànkōngzhōngfēidāiziyǎodào:「zhèwángrénwēnleláixiǎodeledìngrènshìrénzhǐzuǐdàngduànhēixiǔlàndeshùnèizhōngshēnglechóngxúnchóngerchīdejiāngzhuólezhèxiàděngzuǐchuāizàihuáishuì。」dāizihuāngdejiāngláikǒuluànrǎngdào:「yǒuyāoguàiyǒuyāoguàichuōleqiānglezuǐshànghǎoténgya。」shēnshǒuyāngchūxiěláiledào:「cèngdèngayòuméishénshìzěnmezuǐshàngguàlehóng?」kànzhezhèxuèshǒukǒudāodāodeliǎngbiānluànkànquèjiàndòngjìngdào:「shényāoguàizěnmechuōqiāngme?」táitóuwǎngshàngkànshíyuánláishìzhuóchóngzàibànkōngzhōngfēidāiziyǎodào:「zhèwángrénwēnleláixiǎodeledìngrènshìrénzhǐzuǐdàngduànhēixiǔlàndeshùnèizhōngshēnglechóngxúnchóngerchīdejiāngzhuólezhèxiàděngzuǐchuāizài怀huáishuì。」


逐句解 Line by line

dāizihuāngdejiāngláikǒuluànrǎngdào:「yǒuyāoguàiyǒuyāoguàichuōleqiānglezuǐshànghǎoténgya。」 dāizihuāngdejiāngláikǒuluànrǎngdào:「yǒuyāoguàiyǒuyāoguàichuōleqiānglezuǐshànghǎoténgya。」

The blockhead, flustered, scrambled up, bawling: “A fiend, a fiend! It jabbed me with a spear and made off — how my mouth hurts!”

戳了一槍 (chuō le yì qiāng), "jabbed with a spear." ; 慌得 de; 爬將起來 jiāng.

shēnshǒuyāngchūxiěláile shēnshǒuyāngchūxiěláile

He reached up and felt about — blood was welling out.

泱出血 (yāng chū xuè), "blood welled out." 摸摸, "to feel about."

dào:「cèngdèngayòuméishénshìzěnmezuǐshàngguàlehóng?」 dào:「cèngdèngayòuméishénshìzěnmezuǐshàngguàlehóng?」

Said he: “Wretched luck! I’ve had no happy occasion — so how is it my mouth is hung with red?”

蹭蹬 (cèng dèng), "wretched luck, a stumble." 沒甚 shén ("any").

kànzhezhèxuèshǒukǒudāodāodeliǎngbiānluànkànquèjiàndòngjìng kànzhezhèxuèshǒukǒudāodāodeliǎngbiānluànkànquèjiàndòngjìng

Staring at his bloodied hand, muttering and grumbling, he looked wildly to either side — but saw nothing stirring.

絮絮叨叨 (xù xù dāo dāo), "muttering, grumbling." 看著 zhe.

dào:「shényāoguàizěnmechuōqiāngme?」 dào:「shényāoguàizěnmechuōqiāngme?」

Said he: “No fiend about — so what jabbed me with a spear?”

無甚 (wú shén), "no [fiend] at all" — shén.

táitóuwǎngshàngkànshíyuánláishìzhuóchóngzàibànkōngzhōngfēi táitóuwǎngshàngkànshíyuánláishìzhuóchóngzàibànkōngzhōngfēi

Suddenly he raised his head and looked up — and there was a woodpecker, flying about in mid-air.

啄木蟲 (zhuó mù chóng), "woodpecker." 半空中 zhōng.

dāiziyǎodào:「zhèwángrénwēnlelái dāiziyǎodào:「zhèwángrénwēnlelái

The blockhead gnashed his teeth and railed: “You cursed thing! It’s bad enough that the Bimawen bullies me — now you come and bully me too.

亡人 (wáng rén), "cursed creature" (a term of abuse). 欺負, "to bully."

xiǎodele xiǎodele

I have it now.

曉得 (xiǎo de), "to understand, realize" — de.

dìngrènshìrénzhǐzuǐdàngduànhēixiǔlàndeshùnèizhōngshēnglechóngxúnchóngerchīdejiāngzhuólezhèxià dìngrènshìrénzhǐzuǐdàngduànhēixiǔlàndeshùnèizhōngshēnglechóngxúnchóngerchīdejiāngzhuólezhèxià

It surely does not take me for a man, but takes my snout for a length of black, rotten, crumbling wood with grubs bred inside; hunting a grub to eat, it gave me that peck.

把…當 (bǎ…dàng), "to take [X] for [Y]" — here dàng ("regard as"). 內中 zhōng; 蟲兒 er; 將我啄 jiāng.

děngzuǐchuāizàihuáishuì。」 děngzuǐchuāizài怀huáishuì。」

I’ll just tuck my snout into my bosom and sleep.”

揣在懷裡 (chuāi zài huái lǐ), "to tuck into the bosom."


總評 Commentary

Startled from his bliss by the peck, Eight Rules erupts in comic panic — bawling of a “fiend” and a “spear,” astonished to find his mouth bloodied for no festive reason. The narration savors his obtuseness: he looks wildly about, sees nothing, and only on glancing up spots the small woodpecker he cannot connect to his wound.

His attempt to reason out the peck is the joke’s core. Rather than suspect Pilgrim, he concludes the bird has mistaken his snout for a rotten, grub-filled log — an explanation both absurd and unwittingly apt, for it is precisely his wooden-headed dullness that Pilgrim’s woodpecker means to mock. Undeterred, he resolves simply to tuck his snout away and sleep on.