A History of Indian Literature v2.c20.s3.39

v2.c20.s3.39

“O Monk, your cloak has so many folds.”
“Yes, it serves me as a net when I catch fish.” “You eat fish?”
“I eat them along with my brandy.” “You drink sweet brandy?”
“Oh yes, with the harlot.” “What, you go to harlots?”
“After I have crushed my enemies.” “You have enemies, then?”
“Only those whose houses I rob.” “You are a thief, then?”
“Only because of the game of dice.” “How, are you a gambler?”
“Am I not, after all, the son of a slave mother?”²