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In Spiderweb Cave the Seven Passions Cloud the Root · At Filth-Cleansing Spring Eight Rules Forgets Himself

匾毛畜生
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匾毛畜生 That Flat Feathered Brute

jièdǒusǒujīngshénhuāntiānzhedīngkāijìngzhípǎodàodetuīkāiménkànshízhǐjiàndūnzàishuǐkǒuzhōngluànyīnglidào:「zhèbiǎnmáochùshengmāojuétóudewángrénmendōudiāolejiàomenzěndedòngshǒu?」jièdǒusǒujīngshénhuāntiānzhedīngkāijìngzhípǎodàodetuīkāiménkànshízhǐjiàndūnzàishuǐkǒuzhōngluànyīnglidào:「zhèbiǎnmáochùshengmāojuétóudewángrénmendōudiāolejiàomenzěndedòngshǒu?」


逐句解 Line by line

jièdǒusǒujīngshénhuāntiānzhedīngkāijìngzhípǎodào jièdǒusǒujīngshénhuāntiānzhedīngkāijìngzhípǎodào

Eight Rules shook himself up, delighted with the whole business, hoisted his muck-rake, stretched his stride and went straight off there at a run.

is — the sixth of the chapter's seven, and the third of the four that stretch a stride. is zhe in 舉著, the durative. 歡天喜地 is a stock four-character phrase for high spirits, and it is the last cheerful thing about this errand.

detuīkāiménkànshízhǐjiàndūnzàishuǐkǒuzhōngluànyīnglidào:「zhèbiǎnmáochùshengmāojuétóudewángrénmendōudiāolejiàomenzěndedòngshǒu?」 detuīkāiménkànshízhǐjiàndūnzàishuǐkǒuzhōngluànyīnglidào:「zhèbiǎnmáochùshengmāojuétóudewángrénmendōudiāolejiàomenzěndedòngshǒu?」

He shoved the door open to look, and there were the seven women squatting in the water, cursing that eagle for all they were worth: "That flat-feathered brute! That cat-chewed corpse! Carried off every stitch we had — how are we supposed to do anything now?"

畜生 takes a neutral second syllable, chù sheng — the base gives it correctly, and the reading is the ordinary term of abuse. 匾毛 is flat-feathered; 貓嚼頭的亡人 is a dead thing a cat has been at. is jiào, to make somebody do.


總評 Commentary

Eight Rules arrives at a run in high spirits, throws the door open — and finds seven naked women swearing at a bird.

The curses are worth having in full because they are so specific. Flat-feathered brute, cat-chewed corpse: the second is the kind of thing you shout when what you actually feel is humiliated. They do not know it was Pilgrim. They think a bird took their clothes.

And the practical complaint underneath is fair. They cannot come out, they cannot fight, they cannot go home. Somebody has taken the one thing that made all three possible, and the chapter has arranged for the reader to find this funny while the master hangs from a beam a mile away.