Ch 18 Yoga of Single-pointed Surrender (Part 17)
There was a rich man I knew. When all members of his household were asleep, he would enter his room with a small lantern, open his iron safe, noiselessly remove the bundles of currency notes and jewellery one by one from it, caress them fondly, count them again and again, exult at owning all of it, put all of it back again into the safe, lock it, and tie the key to his yajñopavīta[1]. He experienced happiness in looking upon his wealth by himself.
