sheep, still, the scholars of old did not dare to move the animal without due decorum after the saint's chopsticks had touched the sacrificial offering.
Thereafter, Ah Q felt serene and happy for many years.
It was on a spring day that he was walking along, intoxicated, when, in the sunlight at the foot of a wall, he espied Wang-hu, sitting there stripped to the waist. . . . This Wang-hu was full of scabs and profusely bewhiskered from ear to ear; and every one called him Wang Mange Whiskers. Ah Q avoided the term "mange," but despised him vehemently. Ah Q's idea was that the mange was no source of wonderment, but whiskers, and a chain of them! That, indeed, was too novel, too extraordinary, and enough to cause one to look down upon the owner of them. With this in mind, he sat down beside Wang-hu. Ordinarily, Ah Q would not have had the courage to sit down beside another person, but what was there for him to fear in sitting beside this Wang-hu? To be frank, the fact that he was sitting beside him must be considered an honor to his companion.
After Ah Q slipped off his tattered short lined coat, Wang-hu's actions became irritating and Ah Q gradually lost his temper, each of his impetigo scars coloring red. He flung his garment
