FALK [staring at him].
What, you look forward?
LIND.
To be sure I do,
The examination's amply worth it too.
FALK.
Ah but—you 'only sit and live'—remember!
Drunk with the moment, you demand no more—
Not even a modest third-class next December.
You've caught the bird of Fortune fair and fleet,
You feel as if the world with all its store
Were scattered in profusion at your feet.
LIND.
Those were my words; they must be understood,
Of course, cum grano salis—
FALK.
Very good!
LIND.
In the forenoons I well enjoy my bliss;
That I am quite resolved on—
FALK.
Daring man!
LIND.
I have my round of visits to the clan;
Time will run anyhow to waste in this;
But any further dislocation of
My study-plan I strongly disapprove.
FALK.
A week ago, however, you were bent
On going out into God's world with song.
LIND.
Yes, but I thought the tour a little long;
The fourteen days might well be better spent.