"It would do you good. You never take any recreation. Do let me read a little."
Father gets nervous.
"Recreation is a snare. I must keep my soul ever fixed on divine things."
"But can you?"
"No, alas, no. It is my grief and shame that I do not."
"But if you would indulge yourself in a little harmless mirth now and then, your mind would get rested and you would return to divine things with fresh zeal. Why should not the mind have its seasons of rest as well as the body?"
"We shall have time to rest in heaven. Our business here on earth is to be sober and vigilant because of our adversary; not to be reading plays."
"I don't make reading plays my business, dear father. I make it my rest and amusement."
"Christians do not need amusement; they find rest, refreshment, all they want, in God."
"Do you, father?"