NOT a few economists have undertaken to investigate the relation of work to pain, and they have concluded, often on grounds of etymology and comparative linguistics, that work is essentially painful, essentially an affliction.
But this time we need have no hesitation in asserting that the exact opposite is the case. Work is essentially a joy -- the joy of living; or rather, living, the joy of living, is nothing else than work. If we ever stop working we are bored, we are smothered, we die. Even children "work," for their games to their minds, and therefore in reality, are "work." Even people who make a profession of amusing themselves work, and work hard in their way; as any one may verify by watching them busily and diligently attentive to things which the rest of us call trifles.
Now if this be true, if labour is a joy and