Canonical Classics ← 第九十三回
第九十三回
yuánwèntányīn
tiānzhúguócháowángǒu

In the Garden of the Friendless They Ask of Old Days and Speak of Causes · In the Country of India He Attends the King and Meets a Mate

打著個和尚了
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打著個和尚了 They Have Hit a Monk

lóuchuānglínglónggōngzhǔzhuǎnjīngguānkànjiàntángsēngláidezhìjìnjiāngxiùqiúguòláiqīnshǒupāozàitángsēngtóushàngtángsēngzháolejīngmàoziwāishuāngshǒumángzheqiúqiúludegǔnzàixiùzhīnèilóushàngshēnghǎndào:「zháoshànglezháoshàngle。」shíjiētóuxiēshāngrénděnghǒnghǒngdōuláibēnqiǎngxiùqiúbèixíngzhěshēngsuōsuōyāogōnggōngzhǎngleyǒusānzhànggāodeshénwēinòngchūchǒuliǎnlóuchuānglínglónggōngzhǔzhuǎnjīngguānkànjiàntángsēngláidezhìjìnjiāngxiùqiúguòláiqīnshǒupāozàitángsēngtóushàngtángsēngzháolejīngmàoziwāishuāngshǒumángzheqiúqiúludegǔnzàixiùzhīnèilóushàngshēnghǎndào:「zháoshànglezháoshàngle。」shíjiētóuxiēshāngrénděnghǒnghǒngdōuláibēnqiǎngxiùqiúbèixíngzhěshēngsuōsuōyāogōnggōngzhǎngleyǒusānzhànggāodeshénwēinòngchūchǒuliǎn


逐句解 Line by line

lóuchuānglínglónggōngzhǔzhuǎnjīngguānkànjiàntángsēngláidezhìjìnjiāngxiùqiúguòláiqīnshǒupāozàitángsēngtóushàngtángsēngzháolejīngmàoziwāishuāngshǒumángzheqiú lóuchuānglínglónggōngzhǔzhuǎnjīngguānkànjiàntángsēngláidezhìjìnjiāngxiùqiúguòláiqīnshǒupāozàitángsēngtóushàngtángsēngzháolejīngmàoziwāishuāngshǒumángzheqiú

That tower had eight windows finely wrought, and the princess, turning her eyes about, saw the Tang Monk come very close; she took up the embroidered ball and with her own hand threw it down on the Tang Monk's head. The Tang Monk got such a start that his Vairocana cap was knocked askew, and with both hands he hurriedly steadied the ball.

來得至近 — came very close. The middle character links the coming to how close it got, which is its lighter job. The chapter uses the same character in its heavier sense four lines later.

著了一驚 — got a start. Here the busy character marks the fright landing on him, not a state going on. This chapter uses the character twenty-two times and this is the sense that dominates the ball-throwing scene: things arriving on their target.

毘盧帽 — the Vairocana cap, the tall five-panelled hat a monk wears for ceremonies, each panel bearing a Buddha. It is knocked crooked, which is both funny and a small indignity to the office rather than the man.

qiúludegǔnzàixiùzhīnèilóushàngshēnghǎndào:「zháoshànglezháoshàngle。」 qiúludegǔnzàixiùzhīnèilóushàngshēnghǎndào:「zháoshànglezháoshàngle。」

The ball went rolling into his sleeve. From the tower they all cried out together, "They have hit a monk! They have hit a monk!" Alas!

轂轆的 — with a trundling roll, the sound of a wheel. The ball does not drop into his sleeve; it rolls in, taking its time, while he stands there.

打著 — have hit. The same busy character again, twice in one shout, and it is landing on its target both times.

— Alas. One character standing alone as a whole sentence, the narrator putting his head in his hands. The chapter did this once already, with a different sound, a few hundred characters back.

shíjiētóuxiēshāngrénděnghǒnghǒngdōuláibēnqiǎngxiùqiúbèixíngzhěshēngsuōsuōyāogōnggōngzhǎngleyǒusānzhànggāodeshénwēinòngchūchǒuliǎn shíjiētóuxiēshāngrénděnghǒnghǒngdōuláibēnqiǎngxiùqiúbèixíngzhěshēngsuōsuōyāogōnggōngzhǎngleyǒusānzhànggāodeshénwēinòngchūchǒuliǎn

At the crossroads those merchants and the rest, in a great press and hubbub, all came rushing to snatch the embroidered ball. Pilgrim gave a shout, bared his teeth, bent his back, and grew to a fearsome height of three zhang, pulling a hideous face.

三丈 — three zhàng. ⚠ This is the chapter's only genuine measurement in this character; its other three uses are all 方丈, the abbot's quarters. A {em('zhàng')} is ten Chinese feet, so three of them is roughly ten metres.

把牙傞一傞,把腰躬一躬 — bared his teeth, bent his back, with each verb doubled around a single beat. It is the standard rhythm for Pilgrim changing size, and the novel uses it whenever he grows.

Note what he is doing. Not fighting — crowd control. The danger is that a hundred merchants will tear his master apart trying to get at the ball.


總評 Commentary

The single most consequential event in the last stretch of the novel is a ball rolling into a sleeve, and the chapter gives it eleven characters. There is no flash, no wind, no fiendish laughter. A young woman on a tower looks down, picks her moment, throws, and it lands.

What follows is pure crowd. Everyone on the tower shouts the same sentence twice; everyone in the street runs at the monk to grab the ball. The novel is very good at this — the disaster is not frightening, it is embarrassing and loud and physically dangerous in the way a football crowd is dangerous.

And Pilgrim's response is exactly right and completely useless. He makes himself ten metres tall and pulls a face, which scatters the crowd and does nothing whatever about the actual problem, because the actual problem is now sitting in his master's sleeve with fifty court women coming down the stairs to collect it.