There's a hymn in the ancient Rigveda scriptures, known as "Gambler's Lament." > The trembling hazelnut eardrops of the great tree, born in a hurricane, intoxi

There's a hymn in the ancient Rigveda scriptures, known as "Gambler's Lament." > The trembling hazelnut eardrops of the great tree, born in a hurricane, intoxicate me as they roll on the furrowed board. The dice seem to me like a drink of Soma from Mount Mujavant, keeping me awake and excited. > [...] > The dice goad like hooks and sting like whips; they enslave, deceive, and torment. They give presents as children do, striking back at the winners. They are coated with honey - an irresistible power over the gambler. http://www-personal.umich.edu/~pehook/226.gambler.html http://www-personal.umich.edu/~pehook/226.gambler.html