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2339 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1360
To gratify the desires of ear and eye without properly calculating the economic strength of the multitude is the sure road to oblivion.Three and a half months later, I feel some amount of triumph and some amount of fatigue, and the book, while definitely a contributor, is hardly a significant one this far down the road. If you had told beginning me that end me would finish in the middle of a pandemic, freaking out would be a drastic understatement when describing the reaction. Having lived through it all while reading this, I imagine I'm actually able to believe more in the continuity of my existence through January was Volume 1, February was Volume 2, etc, etc, rather than January was potential WWIII, February was the fallout from Kobe Bryant, March was three months long, April is coming up on three decades long, and so on and so forth. Now, why did I like this better than both The Journey to the West and The Story of the Stone? I suppose, due to this being in a more holistic form than the other two, Stockholm Syndrome was better able to work its insidious smoothing over of tedium and in order to more efficiently connect the moments of spectacle, pathos, cavalry, reversal, downfall, and triumph, until I found myself reading almost 200 pages of end material (including the foreword, for whatever reason) and reveling in it all once again. Also, I've come to realize the joy I take in connecting the dots of the world in terms of both time and space, and Guanzhong's (supposedly, but that's so often the deal with many of these works in that area of the world that I just roll with it) is so inextricably grounded in the goal of doing such that, especially when further contextualized by the Manchus and the Mongols and the propagandizing and the ever popular narrative of the underdog true king ('Lord of the Rings' Aragorn, anyone?), I couldn't help but appreciate it more deeply than I would a fantasy villain-of-the-week religious parable or the decline and fall of an exorbitantly wealthy bildungsroman.
The world's affairs rush on, an endless stream;
A sky-told fate, infinite in reach, dooms all.
The kingdoms three are now the stuff of dream,
For men to ponder, past all praise or blame
From the hilltop Kongming looked down upon the incinerated men strewn over the valley. Most of them had had their heads and faces pulverized by the falling missiles. An unbearable stench rose from their corpses. Kongming wept and sighed at the carnage. "Whatever service to the shrines of Han this represents, my life-span will be shortened for it," he said.
話說天下大勢,分久必合,合久必分。 "For all things under heaven, that long apart must inevitably come together, that long together must inevitable break apart. Thus has it ever been". In truth, this book hits on the transience of all things, empires most absolutely included. (Bromances excluded tho). It's quite an amazing scope.
玉可碎而不可改其白,竹可焚而不可毀其節。
Jade may be shattered, but its whiteness remains; bamboo may be burned, but its joints stand straight.
紛紛世事無窮盡,天數茫茫不可逃。
鼎足三分已成夢,後人憑弔空牢騷。
All down the ages rings the note of change,
For fate so rules it; none escapes its sway.
The kingdoms three have vanished as a dream,
The useless misery is ours to grieve.