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自驚自怪
Frightened by His Own Shadow
又走處,那山風來得甚猛,呼的一聲,把顆枯木刮倒,滾至面前,他又跌腳搥胸的道:「哥啊,這是怎的起?一行說不敢編謊罷了,又變甚麼樹來打人?」又走向前,只見一個白頸老鴉,當頭喳喳的連叫幾聲,他又道:「哥哥,不羞,不羞。我說不編就不編了,只管又變著老鴉怎的?你來聽麼?」原來這一番行者卻不曾跟他去,他那裡卻自驚自怪,亂疑亂猜,故無往而不疑是行者隨他身也。獃子驚疑且不題。又走处,那山风来得甚猛,呼的一声,把颗枯木刮倒,滚至面前,他又跌脚搥胸的道:「哥啊,这是怎的起?一行说不敢编谎罢了,又变甚么树来打人?」又走向前,只见一个白颈老鸦,当头喳喳的连叫几声,他又道:「哥哥,不羞,不羞。我说不编就不编了,只管又变著老鸦怎的?你来听么?」原来这一番行者却不曾跟他去,他那里却自惊自怪,乱疑乱猜,故无往而不疑是行者随他身也。呆子惊疑且不题。
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又走處,那山風來得甚猛,呼的一聲,把顆枯木刮倒,滾至面前,他又跌腳搥胸的道:「哥啊,這是怎的起?一行說不敢編謊罷了,又變甚麼樹來打人?」
又走处,那山风来得甚猛,呼的一声,把颗枯木刮倒,滚至面前,他又跌脚搥胸的道:「哥啊,这是怎的起?一行说不敢编谎罢了,又变甚么树来打人?」
As he went on, a mountain wind blew up exceeding fierce, and with a roar it toppled a dead tree, which rolled to a stop before him. Stamping and beating his breast, he cried: “Brother! What’s this now? I’ve said all along I dare not lie — so why turn into a tree to strike me?”
來得甚猛 (lái de shèn měng), "came exceeding fierce" — 甚 here shèn ("exceedingly"). 刮倒 — 倒 dǎo; 那 nà; 得 de; the second 甚 (甚麼樹) is shén.
又走向前,只見一個白頸老鴉,當頭喳喳的連叫幾聲,他又道:「哥哥,不羞,不羞。我說不編就不編了,只管又變著老鴉怎的?你來聽麼?」
又走向前,只见一个白颈老鸦,当头喳喳的连叫几声,他又道:「哥哥,不羞,不羞。我说不编就不编了,只管又变著老鸦怎的?你来听么?」
Going still further, he saw a white-necked old crow that cawed several times right over his head; and he said again: “Brother, shame on you, shame on you! I said I wouldn’t make up tales, and I won’t — so why keep turning into a crow? Have you come to listen?”
白頸老鴉 (bái jǐng lǎo yā), "a white-necked old crow." 變著 — 著 zhe.
原來這一番行者卻不曾跟他去,他那裡卻自驚自怪,亂疑亂猜,故無往而不疑是行者隨他身也。
原来这一番行者却不曾跟他去,他那里却自惊自怪,乱疑乱猜,故无往而不疑是行者随他身也。
Now this time Pilgrim had not in fact followed him at all; it was the pig himself who took fright at his own shadow and guessed wildly, so that nowhere did he go but he suspected Pilgrim was at his side.
自驚自怪 (zì jīng zì guài), "to take fright at oneself." 那裡 here deictic nà ("there").
獃子驚疑且不題。
呆子惊疑且不题。
Of the blockhead’s alarm we say no more for now.
且不題 (qiě bù tí), "we say no more for now" — a storyteller’s formula.
總評 Commentary
The second and third beats — a wind-toppled tree and a cawing crow — complete the comic sequence, each greeted as another of Pilgrim’s transformations. The pig stamps and beats his breast at the tree (“why turn into a tree to strike me?”) and scolds the crow for shamelessness, his protestations of honesty growing more fervent before an audience that exists only in his own fear.
The narrator then lifts the veil: Pilgrim had not followed him this time at all. The whole spectacle has been self-generated — 自驚自怪,亂疑亂猜 — a neat closing irony in which the surveillance that was real (the gnat, the woodpecker) has trained the pig to hallucinate a surveillance that is not, so that even Pilgrim’s absence torments him.