How can one give oneself up to the pleasure of an artistic meditation when these same meddlers press upon your heels and repeat their request for baksheesh with endless monotony? It seems that one can do little in India, or anywhere in the East for that matter, without baksheesh. I know that wherever I went around the country this constant demand for "a few annas" finally wore down my temper. Yet I ought to have learned tolerance.
-- Notebooks Category 15: The Orient > Chapter 2: India > # 191