第七十五回 · 頭暈眼花 I Will Winter In Here — Journey to the West

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頭暈眼花 I Will Winter In Here

卻què又yòu攔lán著zhe喉hóu嚨lóng，往wǎng外wài又yòu吐tǔ，吐tǔ得de頭tóu暈yūn眼yǎn花huā，黃huáng膽dǎn都dōu破pò了le；行xíng者zhě越yuè發fā不bú動dòng。老lǎo魔mó喘chuǎn息xī了le，叫jiào聲shēng：「孫sūn行xíng者zhě，你nǐ不bù出chū來lái？」行xíng者zhě道dào：「早zǎo哩li，正zhèng好hǎo不bù出chū來lái哩li！」却què又yòu拦lán着zhe喉hóu咙lóng，往wǎng外wài又yòu吐tǔ，吐tǔ得de头tóu晕yūn眼yǎn花huā，黄huáng胆dǎn都dōu破pò了le；行xíng者zhě越yuè发fā不bú动dòng。老lǎo魔mó喘chuǎn息xī了le，叫jiào声shēng：「孙sūn行xíng者zhě，你nǐ不bù出chū来lái？」行xíng者zhě道dào：「早zǎo哩li，正zhèng好hǎo不bù出chū来lái哩li！」

逐句解 Line by line

卻què又yòu攔lán著zhe喉hóu嚨lóng，往wǎng外wài又yòu吐tǔ，吐tǔ得de頭tóu暈yūn眼yǎn花huā，黃huáng膽dǎn都dōu破pò了le；却què又yòu拦lán着zhe喉hóu咙lóng，往wǎng外wài又yòu吐tǔ，吐tǔ得de头tóu晕yūn眼yǎn花huā，黄huáng胆dǎn都dōu破pò了le；

Then he blocked off his own throat and heaved outward again, retched until his head swam and his eyes swirled and his gall-bladder was fit to burst;

攔著 takes the light zhe and 吐得 puts 得 in the light de, the retched-so-that shape. 頭暈眼花 is still exactly what Chinese says for dizziness, and 黃膽, the yellow gall, is the organ this book keeps siting courage in.

行xíng者zhě越yuè發fā不bú動dòng。行xíng者zhě越yuè发fā不bú动dòng。

Wukong moved all the less.

Six characters. 越發 is all the more, so much the more — the harder the demon works, the stiller he gets.

老lǎo魔mó喘chuǎn息xī了le，叫jiào聲shēng：「孫sūn行xíng者zhě，你nǐ不bù出chū來lái？」老lǎo魔mó喘chuǎn息xī了le，叫jiào声shēng：「孙sūn行xíng者zhě，你nǐ不bù出chū来lái？」

The old fiend caught his breath and called out, "Sun Wukong — will you not come out?"

He has stopped trying to expel him and started asking. It is the same surrender-by-negotiation that ran through the three-cut wager and the free-swing offer.

行xíng者zhě道dào：「早zǎo哩li，正zhèng好hǎo不bù出chū來lái哩li！」行xíng者zhě道dào：「早zǎo哩li，正zhèng好hǎo不bù出chū来lái哩li！」

Wukong said, "Too early yet! This is just the moment for not coming out."

正好 — just right, precisely the moment — applied to staying inside somebody's stomach. The exclamation mark is the book's.

總評 Commentary

The scene works entirely on the asymmetry of effort. The demon drinks salt water, retches until his eyes swim, dams up his own throat and heaves again, and the sum of Wukong's activity is not moving.

It is also the exact inverse of the bottle. In there he tried force, then size, then a drill, and the container answered everything until he made a hole. Here he is inside something that wants him out and all he has to do is decline.