u with the lamp?

LIND.
You are grotesque;
You utterly forget that summer passes;
If I'm to make a figure in my classes
At Christmas I must buckle to my desk.

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.

FALK.
Nay, but you had another argument
For staying; how the lovely dale for you
Was mountain air and winged warble too.

LIND.
Yes, to be sure, this air is unalloyed;
But all its benefits may be enjoyed
Over one's book without the slightest bar.

FALK.
But it was just the Book which failed, you see,
As Jacob's ladder--

LIND.
How perverse you are!
That is what people say when they are free--

FALK [looking at him and folding his hands in silent
amazement].
Thou also, Brutus!

LIND [with a shade of confusion and annoyance].
Pray remember, do!
That I have other duties now than you;
I have my _fiancee_. Every plighted pair,
Those of prolonged experience not excepted,--
Whose evidence you would not wish rejected,--
Will tell you, that if two are bound to fare
Through life together, they must--

FALK.
Prithee spare
The comment; who supplied it?

LIND.
Well, we'll say
Stiver, he's honest surely; and Miss Jay,
Who has such very great experience here,
She says--

FALK.
Well, but the Parson and his--dear?

LIND.
Yes, they're remarkable. There broods above
Them such placidity, such qu