ontent, of sickliness, of ill-he soul, which rich people have, grabbed hold of him.

    Like a veil, like a t, tiredness came over Siddting a bit denser every day, a bit murkier every mont ime, loses its beautiful colour in time, gets stains, gets s  tarts to ss arted after ion from Govinda,  colour and splendour as tains, and  bottom, already ss ugliness ment and disgust ing. Sidd notice it. iced t t and reliable voice inside of  t time and  times, .

    ured by t, covetousness, slot vice  as t foolisy, possessions, and ricured rifles to range and devious en into t base of all dependencies, by means of t  time,  Siddo play t otimes only joined om of to take akes. o a pain of , losing and ing c rate s false god, more clearly and more mockingly. takes and mercilessly, ing  money, lost je a ry,  again. t fear, t terrible and petrifying fear,  fear  to al, al, al it to a sligill felt sometoxication, someted form of life in t of urated, lukewarm, dull life.

    And after eac on nerictly to pay, because ed to continue gambling, ed to continue squandering, continue demonstrating   ience ime, lost o ion for giving ao titioned ens of t one roll of t it, became more strict and more petty in  nig money! And o  and disgust came over inued fleeing, fleeing into a neo a numbing of  on by sex, by o to pile up and obtain possessions. In tless cycle ired, growing old, growing ill.

    time came ting under trees, talking, and Kamala ful ell  Gotama, and could not ill and beautiful