I get bad in the bad crowd of people,
Cry, and they mock;
I say, no one understands;
I see, they can't see!
Tom (l. 12): What is she saying? Is she raving?
Natka (l. 15): The problem is, that she actually sees.
The day ends with reflection, That 15 years in the monastery had to plow Konrad terribly. Awful.
Romanticism is not passé.
