(150) བསྙགསོ༎ མ་རུ་ཙེ་འི་མཐུས། ར་མ་ན་དང། ལྷ་མོ་འི་བར་དུ་ཚུབ་མ་ཆེད་པོ་ཞིག་གིས་བཆད་ནས། བལྟར་མྱྀ་
Throwing off his hat, he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and cursed the marsh as if it were a living thing, cursed it with a slow, unctuous zest, spat out upon it the venom and wrath that had accumulated within him.
Four Noble Truths, Inequality, Finances