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第三十二回
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On Level-Top Mountain the Merit-Officer Brings Word · In the Lotus-Flower Cave the Wood-Mother Meets Disaster

賭鬥
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賭鬥 The Combat

guàiwényánkěnràng使shǐxīngjiàndiūkāijiěshùjièwǎngláizàishānzhōngdòuyǒuèrshíhuífēnshèngjièhěnláishědexiāngyíngguàijiànzuóěrduǒpēnzhānxiándīngkǒuyāoyāodejǐnyǒuxiēsǒnghuítóuzhāoxiǎoguàidòngshǒuruòshìshíháihǎojiànxiēxiǎoyāoshànghuāngleshǒujiǎozhējiàzhùbàilezhènhuítóujiùpǎoguàiwényánkěnràng使shǐxīngjiàndiūkāijiěshùjièwǎngláizàishānzhōngdòuyǒuèrshíhuífēnshèngjièhěnláishědexiāngyíngguàijiànzuóěrduǒpēnzhānxiándīngkǒuyāoyāodejǐnyǒuxiēsǒnghuítóuzhāoxiǎoguàidòngshǒuruòshìshíháihǎojiànxiēxiǎoyāoshànghuāngleshǒujiǎozhējiàzhùbàilezhènhuítóujiùpǎo


逐句解 Line by line

guàiwényánkěnràng guàiwényánkěnràng

The fiend, hearing this, was in no way minded to yield.

那裡肯讓 (nǎ lǐ kěn ràng), "in no way minded to yield" — rhetorical ; but 那怪 deictic .

使shǐxīngjiàndiūkāijiěshùjièwǎngláizàishānzhōngdòuyǒuèrshíhuífēnshèng 使shǐxīngjiàndiūkāijiěshùjièwǎngláizàishānzhōngdòuyǒuèrshíhuífēnshèng

Wielding his seven-star sword and opening up his fighting forms, he traded blows with Eight Rules back and forth, and they contended on the mountain some twenty rounds without decision.

丟開解數 (diū kāi jiě shù), "to open up one’s fighting forms" — shù. 山中 zhōng.

jièhěnláishědexiāngyíng jièhěnláishědexiāngyíng

Eight Rules worked himself into a fury and met him with reckless abandon.

捨死的相迎 (shě sǐ de xiāng yíng), "to meet with reckless abandon" — xiāng.

guàijiànzuóěrduǒpēnzhānxiándīngkǒuyāoyāodejǐnyǒuxiēsǒnghuítóuzhāoxiǎoguàidòngshǒu guàijiànzuóěrduǒpēnzhānxiándīngkǒuyāoyāodejǐnyǒuxiēsǒnghuítóuzhāoxiǎoguàidòngshǒu

The fiend, seeing him shake his ears, spew sticky slobber, brandish his rake, and holler and shout, felt no little dread himself, and turned at once to call up the little fiends to fall on him all together.

捽耳朵,噴粘涎 (zuó ěr duo, pēn zhān xián), "shake the ears, spew sticky slobber." 也盡有些悚懼 here jǐn ("rather, quite"), overriding the usual jìn. .

ruòshìshíháihǎo ruòshìshíháihǎo

Had it been one against one, all would have been well enough.

其實還好 (qí shí hái hǎo), "would have been well enough" — hái.

jiànxiēxiǎoyāoshànghuāngleshǒujiǎozhējiàzhùbàilezhènhuítóujiùpǎo jiànxiēxiǎoyāoshànghuāngleshǒujiǎozhējiàzhùbàilezhènhuítóujiùpǎo

But when he saw the little fiends come on all at once, he lost his nerve, could not ward them off, broke and gave way, and turned to run.

遮架不住 (zhē jià bù zhù), "could not ward off." 敗了陣, "broke and gave way." 那些 .


總評 Commentary

The single combat is rendered in the conventional idiom of the novel’s battles — the seven-star sword against the rake, twenty rounds without decision — and, unusually, Eight Rules acquits himself well: worked into a fury, spewing and hollering, he unnerves even Silver-Horn, who “felt no little dread himself.” For once the pig is formidable.

But the demon’s recourse is numbers, and here the narrator’s aside is telling: “had it been one against one, all would have been well enough.” Overwhelmed by the thirty little fiends called up at once, Eight Rules loses his nerve and breaks — the fight lost not to superior prowess but to force of odds, a face-saving frame the novel often grants its sympathetic bunglers.