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That Night, His Bodily Fluids Sprayed All Over Me (XXVIII)

2007/12/24 16:18:19

There's an acquisition meeting tonight. Expect to be back very late. Posting this first. Apologies.

XXVIII

[16:09:34] 【XX】 to XXX: Height/weight/age

[16:09:45] XXX to 【XX】: 180/80/43

[16:10:00] 【XX】 to XXX: Occupation?

[16:10:25] XXX to 【XX】: Associate professor of Chinese Literature. Specializing in modern fiction and wuxia novels. Lu Xun research specialist.

[16:10:39] 【XX】 to XXX: Haha, you're very eco-friendly.
[16:11:09] XXX to 【XX】: What do you mean?
[16:11:17] 【XX】 to XXX: You specialize in garbage sorting.

[16:11:30] XXX to 【XX】: Nonsense! Follower of the Lu Xun school!
[16:11:48] 【XX】 to XXX: Haha, it seems you're not entirely a garbage bin after all. You actually know that Hu Shi was all nonsense and Lu Xun was a hack. Not beyond saving yet.
[16:12:17] XXX to 【XX】: Lu Xun a hack? Lu Xun is the backbone of our nation.
[16:13:12] 【XX】 to XXX: Bullshit! The backbone of the nation is those warriors who gave their lives during the "January 28th Incident," not that duck who immediately ran off to hide with the Japanese, begging for their protection from the fighting. Don't you know that Japanese bookshop was established by Japanese intelligence? This was exposed long ago. As someone who specializes in studying garbage, don't you know even this much about the garbage you study? Let me ask you: why did this duck, after the Mukden Incident, continue to have extraordinarily frequent transactions with a bookshop suspected of Japanese espionage? Why were this duck's lifelong friends almost without exception Japanese? This duck claimed to forgive no one—so how come the Japanese were exempt? Could the Mukden Incident and January 28th Incident be forgiven to the extent of continuing to be brothers with the Japanese? This duck should be grateful it didn't live until the Nanjing Massacre—otherwise all of China would have seen its true face.

[16:13:27] XXX to 【XX】: Twisted logic. Hearsay. The Master fought with his pen, and the pen's role is the same as the gun's.

[16:13:54] 【XX】 to XXX: Brain rusted? In the nation's hour of crisis, this duck spent every day fighting verbal wars, painting the Chinese people as a total disaster. This morale-destroying pen was indeed on par with a fifth column's gun! Let me tell you—the vast majority of those warriors who died on the battlefield were precisely the ordinary Chinese people this duck smeared as needing reform.

[16:14:12] XXX to 【XX】: Sophistry.

[16:15:19] 【XX】 to XXX: Even judging this duck with the most charitable motives, compared to literati of ancient times, it was a spineless coward! Do you know what the cultural backbone of the Chinese nation truly is? It is Du Fu, who wrote "The court at the North Pole shall never change, / Western Mountain bandits, dare not invade"; it is Yue Fei, who sang "Ambition hungering to feast on Tartar flesh, / laughing, thirsting to drink the Xiongnu's blood"; it is Lu You, who implored "When the imperial army recovers the Central Plains, / at the family altar, don't forget to tell your father." Setting aside Du Fu and Lu You, whose poems in times of national crisis were intimately bound to those crises—even Qian Qianyi, Zheng Chenggong's teacher and Liu Rushi's husband, once labeled a traitor, spent the rest of his life repenting those few months of wavering, ceaselessly organizing anti-Qing uprisings and supporting anti-Qing forces. For cultural atonement, he achieved the unprecedented feat of sequentially rhyme-matching Du Fu's eight "Autumn Meditations" poems over a dozen times, recording his repentance, his anti-Qing journey, and his ultimate failure. Look at these lines written in blood: "At the sea's edge, Yashan, a slanting line / From now on, this no longer belongs to China. / No more belly of the fish for sacrifice, / Yet dragon's ambergris still floats the sea. / Beyond the gazing pass and river—not the Han banner; / What blows the remnant sun and moon is the Tartar horn. / Chang'e, old and homeless, / leans alone against the silver wheel, weeping for the osmanthus flowers." Zhou Shuren, that duck—does it have a single poem, a single line, written after the Mukden Incident, that reaches even a ten-thousandth of this? Even if there were a billionth of a chance this duck was not a traitor or Japanese spy, but merely a fool brainwashed by the Japanese, it would still be a shameless literary garbage unfit to be Chinese!

[16:15:59] XXX to 【XX】: The Master was concerned with human nature, national character. Without healthy people, where would a healthy nation come from?

[16:16:38] 【XX】 to XXX: Bullshit human nature, national character. In reality, the first human nature of humans is that humans have a nation—what is a national citizen? Without a nation, where do national citizens come from? The existence of the nation is the first premise for discussing so-called human nature and national character. Before world unity and the withering of the state, this premise will not change. Therefore, when national interests are being violated, when the nation faces existential crisis—discuss bullshit human nature and national character? The premise itself is gone—what is there to discuss? Go be an international global-village duck. Then you can have nothing but "nature"—consumed by black, white, brown, and yellow, in US dollars, pounds, euros, or RMB. Go right ahead!

[16:17:16] XXX to 【XX】: Shameless. What kind of books did you read? I'm truly ashamed for you.
[16:17:34] 【XX】 to XXX: Laughable! Even Zhou Shuren can be textbook-ified, and then breed garbage bins like you, wasting RMB, rice, pork, and vermicelli. Go be a kept man! Go grind walls!