The Conquest of Nerves #262972

It is no lasting comfort for him to know that his organs are sound. They may be as sound as the rock of Gibraltar, but so far as he personally is the judge, the weight of evidence is all to the contrary. His friends, and even members of his own family, are stricken with the grip, pneu monia, typhoid and like diseases, take medicine and recover; while he who, ao cording to the repeated assurance of his medical adviser, has no disease whatsoever, faithfully swallows one drug after another, and yet goes, to his own seeming, from bad to worse, both mentally and physically. After this paradoxical state of affairs has persisted for a longer or shorter space of time, he very naturally loses patience with the treatment he is receiving, forsakes orthodox methods altogether and starts out upon a search for the mythical Royal Road to Health.