On second thought, however, we see that it is a perfectly rational result.

We have strained to work and strained to play and strained to live for so long that when the need for rest gets so imperative that we feel we must rest the habit of strain is so upon us that we strain to rest.

And what does such "rest" amount to?
What strength does it bring us?
What enlightenment do we get from it?
With the little lady of whom I first spoke rest was a steadily-weakening process.

She was resting her body straight toward its grave.

When a body rests and rests the circulation gets more and more sluggish until it breeds disease in the weakest organ, and then the physicians seem inclined to give their attention to the disease, and not to the cause of the abnormal strain which was behind the disease.