小王子英文版

    [ Chapter 1 ] - we are introduced to the narrator, a pilot, and his ideas about grown-ups

    Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from

    Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing

    an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

    In the book it said: Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that

    they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion.

    I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored

    pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:

    I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.

    But they answered: Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?

    My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.

    But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside

    of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things

    explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

    The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors,whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic

    and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career

    as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number

    Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be

    always and forever explaining things to them.

    So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over

    all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance

    I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.

    In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have

    been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have

    seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.

    Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing

    him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was

    a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:

    That is a hat.

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    I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics,and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man

    [ Chapter 2 ] - the narrator crashes in the desert and makes the acquaintance of the little princeSo

    I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with

    my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had

    with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all

    alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last

    a week.

    The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation.

    I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can

    imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice. It said:

    If you please-- draw me a sheep!

    What!

    Draw me a sheep!

    I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard. I looked carefully all

    around me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who stood there examining me with great

    seriousness. Here you may see the best potrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my

    drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.

    That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me in my painter's career when I was

    six years old, and I never learned to draw anything, except boas from the outside and boas from

    the inside.

    Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in astonishment.

    Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles from any inhabited region. And yet my little

    man seemed neither to be straying uncertainly among the sands, nor to be fainting from fatigue

    or hunger or thirst or fear. Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle

    of the desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation. When at last I was able to speak, I

    said to him:

    But-- what are you doing here?

    And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of great consequence:

    If you please-- draw me a sheep...

    When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand

    miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper

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    not know how to draw. He answered me:

    That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep...

    But I had never drawn a sheep. So I drew for him one of the two pictures I had drawn so often.

    It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside. And I was astounded to hear the little fellow

    greet it with,No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside a boa constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very

    dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very small.

    What I need is a sheep. Draw me a sheep.

    So then I made a drawing.

    He looked at it carefully, then he said:

    No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another.

    So I made another drawing.

    My friend smiled gently and indulgenty.

    You see yourself, he said, that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns.

    So then I did my drawing over once more.

    But it was rejected too, just like the others.

    This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time.

    By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart.

    So I tossed off this drawing.

    And I threw out an explanation with it.

    This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside.

    I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:

    That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal

    of grass?

    Why?

    Because where I live everything is very small...

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    you.

    He bent his head over the drawing:

    Not so small that-- Look! He has gone to sleep...

    And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.

    [ Chapter 3 ] - the narrator learns more about from where the little prince came

    It took me a long time to learn where he came from. The little prince, who asked me so many questions,never seemed to hear the ones I asked him. It was from words dropped by chance that, little by

    little, everything was revealed to me.

    The first time he saw my airplane, for instance (I shall not draw my airplane; that would be much

    too complicated for me), he asked me:

    What is that object?

    That is not an object. It flies. It is an airplane. It is my airplane.

    And I was proud to have him learn that I could fly.

    He cried out, then:

    What! You dropped down from the sky?

    Yes, I answered, modestly.

    Oh! That is funny!

    And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like

    my misfortunes to be taken seriously.

    Then he added:

    So you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?

    At that moment I caught a gleam of light in the impenetrable mystery of his presence; and I demanded,abruptly:

    Do you come from another planet?

    But he did not reply. He tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from my plane:

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    And he sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time. Then, taking my sheep out of his pocket,he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure.

    You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the other planets.

    I made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject.

    My little man, where do you come from? What is this 'where I live,' of which you speak? Where

    do you want to take your sheep?

    After a reflective silence he answered:

    The thing that is so good about the box you have given me is that at night he can use it as his

    house.

    That is so. And if you are good I will give you a string, too, so that you can tie him during

    the day, and a post to tie him to.

    But the little prince seemed shocked by this offer:

    Tie him! What a queer idea!

    But if you don't tie him, I said, he will wander off somewhere, and get lost.

    My friend broke into another peal of laughter:

    But where do you think he would go?

    Anywhere. Straight ahead of him.

    Then the little prince said, earnestly:

    That doesn't matter. Where I live, everything is so small!

    And, with perhaps a hint of sadness, he added:

    Straight ahead of him, nobody can go very far...

    [ Chapter 4 ] - the narrator speculates as to which asteroid from which the little prince cameI

    had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince

    came from was scarcely any larger than a house!

    But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to the great planets--

    such as the Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Venus-- to which we have given names, there are also hundreds

    of others, some of which are so small that one has a hard time seeing them through the telescope.

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    call it, for example, Asteroid 325.

    I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid

    known as B-612.

    This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer,in 1909.

    On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical

    Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe

    what he said.

    Grown-ups are like that...

    Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that

    his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer

    gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time

    everybody accepted his report.

    If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it

    is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend,they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, What does his

    voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? Instead, they demand:

    How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father

    make? Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

    If you were to say to the grown-ups: I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums

    in the windows and doves on the roof, they would not be able to get any idea of that house at

    all. You would have to say to them: I saw a house that cost 20,000. Then they would exclaim:

    Oh, what a pretty house that is!

    Just so, you might say to them: The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming,that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof

    that he exists. And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders,and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612,

    then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions.

    They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance

    toward grown-up people.

    But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference. I should have

    liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have like to say: Once

    upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than

    himself, and who had need of a sheep...

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    For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting

    down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his

    sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget

    a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups

    who are no longer interested in anything but figures...

    It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils. It is hard

    to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa

    constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside, since I was six. I shall

    certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success.

    One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors,too, in the littl e prince's height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And

    I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can, now good,now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling.

    In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is something that will

    not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like

    himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through t he walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a

    little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.

    [ Chapter 5 ] - we are warned as to the dangers of the baobabs

    As each day passed I would learn, in our talk, something about the little prince's planet, h

    is departure from it, his journey. The information would come very slowly, as it might chanc

    e to fall from his thoughts. It was in this way that I heard, on the third day, about the ca

    tastrophe of the baobabs.

    This time, once more, I had the sheep to thank for it. For the little prince asked me abrupt

    ly-- as if seized by a grave doubt-- It is true, isn't it, that sheep eat little bushes?

    Yes, that is true.

    Ah! I am glad!

    I did not understand why it was so important that sheep should eat little bushes. But the li

    ttle prince added:

    Then it follows that they also eat baobabs?

    I pointed out to the little prince that baobabs were not little bushes, but, on the contrary,trees as big as castles; and that even if he took a whole herd of elephants away with him,the herd would not eat up one single baobab.

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    The idea of the herd of elephants made the little prince laugh.

    We would have to put them one on top of the other, he said.

    But he made a wise comment:

    Before they grow so big, the baobabs start out by being little.

    That is strictly correct, I said. But why do you want the sheep to eat the little baobabs?

    He answered me at once, Oh, come, come!, as if he were speaking of something that was self

    -evident. And I was obliged to make a great mental effort to solve this problem, without any

    assistance.

    Indeed, as I learned, there were on the planet where the little prince lived-- as on all pla

    nets-- good plants and bad plants. In consequence, there were good seeds from good plants, a

    nd bad seeds from bad plants. But seeds are invisible. They sleep deep in the heart of the e

    arth's darkness, until some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken. Then this li

    ttle seed will stretch itself and begin-- timidly at first-- to push a charming little sprig

    inoffensively upward toward the sun. If it is only a sprout of radish or the sprig of a ros

    e-bush, one would let it grow wherever it might wish. But when it is a bad plant, one must d

    estroy it as soon as possible, the very first instant that one recognizes it.

    Now there were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the little prince; and

    these were the seeds of the baobab. The soil of that planet was infested with them. A baoba

    b is something you will never, never be able to get rid of if you attend to it too late. It

    spreads over the entire planet. It bores clear through it with its roots. And if the planet

    is too small, and the baobabs are too many, they split it in pieces...

    It is a question of discipline, the little prince said to me later on. When you've finish

    ed your own toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the toilet of your planet, j

    ust so, with the greatest care. You must see to it that you pull up regularly all the baobab

    s, at the very first moment when they can be distinguished from the rosebushes which they re

    semble so closely in their earliest youth. It is very tedious work, the little prince added,but very easy.

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    e you live can see exactly how all this is. That would be very useful to them if they were t

    o travel some day. Sometimes, he added, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work un

    til another day. But when it is a matter of baobabs, that always means a catastrophe. I knew

    a planet that was inhabited by a lazy man. He neglected three little bushes...

    So, as the little prince described it to me, I have made a drawing of that planet. I do not

    much like to take the tone of a moralist. But the danger of the baobabs is so little underst

    ood, and such considerable risks would be run by anyone who might get lost on an asteroid, t

    hat for once I am breaking through my reserve. Children, I say plainly, watch out for the

    baobabs!

    My friends, like myself, have been skirting this danger for a long time, without ever knowin

    g it; and so it is for them that I have worked so hard over this drawing. The lesson which I

    pass on by this means is worth all the trouble it has cost me.

    Perhaps you will ask me, Why are there no other drawing in this book as magnificent and imp

    ressive as this drawing of the baobabs?

    The reply is simple. I have tried. But with the others I have not been successful. When I ma

    de the drawing of the baobabs I was carried beyond myself by the inspiring force of urgent n

    ecessity.

    [ Chapter 6 ] - the little prince and the narrator talk about sunsets

    Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life... Fo

    r a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the

    sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, w hen you said to me:

    I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now.

    But we must wait, I said.

    Wait? For what?

    For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.

    At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to

    me:

    I am always thinking that I am at home!

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    rance.

    If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from

    noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little pri

    nce, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twiligh

    t falling whenever you like...

    One day, you said to me, I saw the sunset forty-four times!

    And a little later you added:

    You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad...

    Were you so sad, then? I asked, on the day of the forty-four sunsets?

    But the little prince made no reply.

    [ Chapter 7 ] - the narrator learns about the secret of the little prince's life

    On the fifth day-- again, as always, it was thanks to the sheep-- the secret of the little p

    rince's life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the

    question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:

    A sheep-- if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?

    A sheep, I answered, eats anything it finds in its reach.

    Even flowers that have thorns?

    Yes, even flowers that have thorns.

    Then the thorns-- what use are they?

    I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck i

    n my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of

    my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear f

    or the worst.

    The thorns-- what use are they?

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    ver that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:

    The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite!

    Oh!

    There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a ki

    nd of resentfulness:

    I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are na飗e. They reassure themselves

    as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons...

    I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: If this bolt still won't turn, I

    am going to knock it out with the hammer. Again the little prince disturbed my thoughts.

    And you actually believe that the flowers--

    Oh, no! I cried. No, no no! I don't believe anything. I answered you with the first thing

    that came into my head. Don't you see-- I am very busy with matters of consequence!

    He stared at me, thunderstruck.

    Matters of consequence!

    He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bendi

    ng down over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly...

    You talk just like the grown-ups!

    That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:

    You mix everything up together... You confuse everything...

    He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.

    I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower.

    He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in hi

    s life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: 'I am busy with

    matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man-- he i

    s a mushroom!

    A what?

    A mushroom!

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    The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep

    have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to unders

    tand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them?

    Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? Is this not of more consequ

    ence than a fat red-faced gentleman's sums? And if I know-- I, myself-- one flower which is

    unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can de

    stroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doing-- Oh! You think

    that is not important!

    His face turned from white to red as he continued:

    If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and

    millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to h

    imself, 'Somewhere, my flower is there...' But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment a

    ll his stars will be darkened... And you think that is not important!

    He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.

    The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hamme

    r, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a

    little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms, and rocked him. I said to him:

    The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will

    draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will--

    I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could

    reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

    It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

    [ Chapter 8 ] - the rose arrives at the little prince's planet

    I soon learned to know this flower better. On the little prince's planet the flowers had alw

    ays been very simple. They had only one ring of petals; they took up no room at all; they we

    re a trouble to nobody. One morning they would appear in the grass, and by night they would

    have faded peacefully away. But one day, from a seed blown from no one knew where, a new flo

    wer had come up; and the little prince had watched very closely over this small sprout which

    was not like any other small sprouts on his planet. It might, you see, have been a new kind

    of baobab.

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    e, who was present at the first appearance of a huge bud, felt at once that some sort of mir

    aculous apparition must emerge from it. But the flower was not satisfied to complete the pre

    parations for her beauty in the shelter of her green chamber. She chose her colours with the

    greatest care. She adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to go out into the worl

    d all rumpled, like the field poppies. It was only in the full radiance of her beauty that s

    he wished to appear. Oh, yes! She was a coquettish creature! And her mysterious adornment la

    sted for days and days.

    Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.

    And, after working with all this painstaking precision, she yawned and said:

    Ah! I am scarcely awake. I beg that you will excuse me. My petals are still all disarrange

    d...

    But the little prince could not restrain his admiration:

    Oh! How beautiful you are!

    Am I not? the flower responded, sweetly. And I was born at the same moment as the sun...

    The little prince could guess easily enough that she was not any too modest-- but how moving-- and exciting-- she was!

    I think it is time for breakfast, she added an instant later. If you would have the kindn

    ess to think of my needs--

    And the little prince, completely abashed, went to look for a sprinkling-can of fresh water.

    So, he tended the flower.

    So, too, she began very quickly to torment him with her vanity-- which was, if the truth be

    known, a little difficult to deal with. One day, for instance, when she was speaking of her

    four thorns, she said to the little prince:

    Let the tigers come with their claws!

    There are no tigers on my planet, the little prince objected. And, anyway, tigers do not

    eat weeds.

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    Please excuse me...

    I am not at all afraid of tigers, she went on, but I have a horror of drafts. I suppose y

    ou wouldn't have a screen for me?

    A horror of drafts-- that is bad luck, for a plant, remarked the little prince, and added

    to himself, This flower is a very complex creature...

    At night I want you to put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you live. In the p

    lace I came from--

    But she interrupted herself at that point. She had come in the form of a seed. She could not

    have known anything of any other worlds. Embarassed over having let herself be caught on th

    e verge of such a na飗e untruth, she coughed two or three times, in order to put the little

    prince in the wrong.

    The screen?

    I was just going to look for it when you spoke to me...

    Then she forced her cough a little more so that he should suffer from remorse just the same.

    So the little prince, in spite of all the good will that was inseparable from his love, had

    soon come to doubt her. He had taken seriously words which were without importance, and it m

    ade him very unhappy.

    I ought not to have listened to her, he confided to me one day. One never ought to listen

    to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed a

    ll my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace. This tale of claws,which disturbed me so much, should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity.

    And he continued his confidences:

    The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds

    and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have ru

    n away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little

    strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...

    [ Chapter 9 ] - the little prince leaves his planet

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    I believe that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds. O

    n the morning of his departure he put his planet in perfect order. He carefully cleaned out

    his active volcanoes. He possessed two active volcanoes; and they were very convenient for h

    eating his breakfast in the morning. He also had one volcano that was extinct. But, as he sa

    id, One never knows! So he cleaned out the extinct volcano, too. If they are well cleaned

    out, volcanoes burn slowly and steadily, without any eruptions. Volcanic eruptions are like

    fires in a chimney.

    On our earth we are obviously much too small to clean out our volcanoes. That is why they br

    ing no end of trouble upon us.

    The little prince also pulled up, with a certain sense of dejection, the last little shoots

    of the baobabs. He believed that he would never want to return. But on this last morning all

    these familiar tasks seemed very precious to him. And when he watered the flower for the la

    st time, and prepared to place her under the shelter of her glass globe, he realised that he

    was very close to tears.

    Goodbye, he said to the flower.

    But she made no answer.

    Goodbye, he said again.

    The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold.

    I have been silly, she said to him, at last. I ask your forgiveness. Try to be happy...

    He was surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all bewildered, the glass glo

    be held arrested in mid-air. He did not understand this quiet sweetness.

    Of course I love you, the flower said to him. It is my fault that you have not known it a

    ll the while. That is of no importance. But you-- you have been just as foolish as I. Try to

    be happy... let the glass globe be. I don't want it any more.

    But the wind--

    My cold is not so bad as all that... the cool night air will do me good. I am a flower.

    But the animals--

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    d with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful. And if not the butterflies--

    and the caterpillars-- who will call upon me? You will be far away... as for the large anima

    ls-- I am not at all afraid of any of them. I have my claws.

    And, na飗ely, she showed her four thorns. Then she added:

    Don't linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!

    For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower...

    [ Chapter 10 ] - the little prince visits the king

    He found himself in the neighborhood of the asteroids 325, 326, 327, 328, 329, and 330. He b

    egan, therefore, by visiting them, in order to add to his knowledge

    The first of them was inhabited by a king. Clad in royal purple and ermine, he was seated up

    on a throne which was at the same time both simple and majestic.

    Ah! Here is a subject, exclaimed the king, when he saw the little prince coming.

    And the little prince asked himself:

    How could he recognize me when he had never seen me before?

    He did not know how the world is simplified for kings. To them, all men are subjects.

    Approach, so that I may see you better, said the king, who felt consumingly proud of being

    at last a king over somebody.

    The little prince looked everywhere to find a place to sit down; but the entire planet was c

    rammed and obstructed by the king's magnificent ermine robe. So he remained standing upright,and, since he was tired, he yawned.

    It is contrary to etiquette to yawn in the presence of a king, the monarch said to him. I

    forbid you to do so.

    I can't help it. I can't stop myself, replied the little prince, thoroughly embarrassed.

    I have come on a long journey, and I have had no sleep...

    Ah, then, the king said. I order you to yawn. It is years since I have seen anyone yawnin

    g. Yawns, to me, are objects of curiosity. Come, now! Yawn again! It is an order.

    That frightens me... I cannot, any more... murmured the little prince, now completely abas

    hed.

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    He sputtered a little, and seemed vexed.

    For what the king fundamentally insisted upon was that his authority should be respected. He

    tolerated no disobedience. He was an absolute monarch. But, because he was a very good man,he made his orders reasonable.

    If I ordered a general, he would say, by way of example, if I ordered a general to change

    himself into a sea bird, and if the general did not obey me, that would not be the fault of

    the general. It would be my fault.

    May I sit down? came now a timid inquiry from the little prince.

    I order you to do so, the king answered him, and majestically gathered in a fold of his er

    mine mantle.

    But the little prince was wondering... The planet was tiny. Over what could this king really

    rule?

    Sire, he said to him, I beg that you will excuse my asking you a question--

    I order you to ask me a question, the king hastened to assure him.

    Sire-- over what do you rule?

    Over everything, said the king, with magnificent simplicity.

    Over everything?

    The king made a gesture, which took in his planet, the other planets, and all the stars.

    Over all that? asked the little prince.

    Over all that, the king answered.

    For his rule was not only absolute: it was also universal.

    And the stars obey you?

    Certainly they do, the king said. They obey instantly. I do not permit insubordination.

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    plete authority, he would have been able to watch the sunset, not forty-four times in one da

    y, but seventy-two, or even a hundred, or even two hundred times, with out ever having to mo

    ve his chair. And because he felt a bit sad as he remembered his little planet which he had

    forsaken, he plucked up his courage to ask the king a favor:

    I should like to see a sunset... do me that kindness... Order the sun to set...

    If I ordered a general to fly from one flower to another like a butterfly, or to write a tr

    agic drama, or to change himself into a sea bird, and if the general did not carry out the o

    rder that he had received, which one of us would be in the wrong? the king demanded. The g

    eneral, or myself?

    You, said the little prince firmly.

    Exactly. One much require from each one the duty which each one can perform, the king went

    on. Accepted authority rests first of all on reason. If you ordered your people to go and

    throw themselves into the sea, they would rise up in revolution. I have the right to require

    obedience because my orders are reasonable.

    Then my sunset? the little prince reminded him: for he never forgot a question once he had

    asked it.

    You shall have your sunset. I shall command it. But, according to my science of government,I shall wait until conditions are favorable.

    When will that be? inquired the little prince.

    Hum! Hum! replied the king; and before saying anything else he consulted a bulky almanac.

    Hum! Hum! That will be about-- about-- that will be this evening about twenty minutes to ei

    ght. And you will see how well I am obeyed.

    The little prince yawned. He was regretting his lost sunset. And then, too, he was already b

    eginning to be a little bored.

    I have nothing more to do here, he said to the king. So I shall set out on my way again.

    Do not go, said the king, who was very proud of having a subject. Do not go. I will make

    you a Minister!

    Minister of what?

    Minster of-- of Justice!

    But there is nobody here to judge!

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    dom. I am very old. There is no room here for a carriage. And it tires me to walk.

    Oh, but I have looked already! said the little prince, turning around to give one more gla

    nce to the other side of the planet. On that side, as on this, there was nobody at all...

    Then you shall judge yourself, the king answered. that is the most difficult thing of all.

    It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging

    yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.

    Yes, said the little prince, but I can judge myself anywhere. I do not need to live on th

    is planet.

    Hum! Hum! said the king. I have good reason to believe that somewhere on my planet there

    is an old rat. I hear him at night. You can judge this old rat. From time to time you will c

    ondemn him to death. Thus his life will depend on your justice. But you will pardon him on e

    ach occasion; for he must be treated thriftily. He is the only one we have.

    I, replied the little prince, do not like to condemn anyone to death. And now I think I w

    ill go on my way.

    No, said the king.

    But the little prince, having now completed his preparations for departure, had no wish to g

    rieve the old monarch.

    If Your Majesty wishes to be promptly obeyed, he said, he should be able to give me a rea

    sonable order. He should be able, for example, to order me to be gone by the end of one minu

    te. It seems to me that conditions are favorable...

    As the king made no answer, the little prince hesitated a moment. Then, with a sigh, he took

    his leave.

    I made you my Ambassador, the king called out, hastily.

    He had a magnificent air of authority.

    The grown-ups are very strange, the little prince said to himself, as he continued on his

    journey.

    [ Chapter 11 ] - the little prince visits the conceited man

    The second planet was inhabited by a conceited man

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    st saw the little prince coming.

    For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.

    Good morning, said the little prince. That is a queer hat you are wearing.

    It is a hat for salutes, the conceited man replied. It is to raise in salute when people

    acclaim me. Unfortunately, nobody at all ever passes this way.

    Yes? said the little prince, who did not understand what the conceited man was talking abo

    ut.

    Clap your hands, one against the other, the conceited man now directed him.

    The little prince clapped his hands. The conceited man raised his hat in a modest salute.

    This is more entertaining than the visit to the king, the little prince said to himself. A

    nd he began again to clap his hands, one against the other. The conceited man against raised

    his hat in salute.

    After five minutes of this exercise the little prince grew tired of the game's monotony.

    And what should one do to make the hat come down? he asked.

    But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

    Do you really admire me very much? he demanded of the little prince.

    What does that mean-- 'admire'?

    To admire mean that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed, the richest, and the

    most intelligent man on this planet.

    But you are the only man on your planet!

    Do me this kindness. Admire me just the same.

    I admire you, said the little prince, shrugging his shoulders slightly, but what is there

    in that to interest you so much?

    And the little prince went away.

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    [ Chapter 11 ] - the little prince visits the conceited man

    The second planet was inhabited by a conceited man

    Ah! Ah! I am about to receive a visit from an admirer! he exclaimed from afar, when he fir

    st saw the little prince coming.

    For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.

    Good morning, said the little prince. That is a queer hat you are wearing.

    It is a hat for salutes, the conceited man replied. It is to raise in salute when people

    acclaim me. Unfortunately, nobody at all ever passes this way.

    Yes? said the little prince, who did not understand what the conceited man was talking abo

    ut.

    Clap your hands, one against the other, the conceited man now directed him.

    The little prince clapped his hands. The conceited man raised his hat in a modest salute.

    This is more entertaining than the visit to the king, the little prince said to himself. A

    nd he began again to clap his hands, one against the other. The conceited man against raised

    his hat in salute.

    After five minutes of this exercise the little prince grew tired of the game's monotony.

    And what should one do to make the hat come down? he asked.

    But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

    Do you really admire me very much? he demanded of the little prince.

    What does that mean-- 'admire'?

    To admire mean that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed, the richest, and the

    most intelligent man on this planet.

    But you are the only man on your planet!

    Do me this kindness. Admire me just the same.

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    in that to interest you so much?

    And the little prince went away.

    The grown-ups are certainly very odd, he said to himself, as he continued on his journey.

    [ Chapter 13 ] - the little prince visits the businessman

    The fourth planet belonged to a businessman. This man was so much occupied that he did not e

    ven raise his head at the little prince's arrival.

    Good morning, the little prince said to him. Your cigarette has gone out.

    Three and two make five. Five and seven make twelve. Twelve and three make fifteen. Good mo

    rning. Fifteen and seven make twenty-two. Twenty-two and six make twenty-eight. I haven't ti

    me to light it again. Twenty-six and five make thirty-one. Phew! Then that makes five-hundre

    d-and-one-million, six-hundred-twenty-two-thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one.

    Five hundred million what? asked the little prince.

    Eh? Are you still there? Five-hundred-and-one million-- I can't stop... I have so much to d

    o! I am concerned with matters of consequence. I don't amuse myself with balderdash. Two and

    five make seven...

    Five-hundred-and-one million what? repeated the little prince, who never in his life had l

    et go of a question once he had asked it.

    The businessman raised his head.

    During the fifty-four years that I have inhabited this planet, I have been disturbed only t

    hree times. The first time was twenty-two years ago, when some giddy goose fell from goodnes

    s knows where. He made the most frightful noise that resounded all over the place, and I mad

    e four mistakes in my addition. The second time, eleven years ago, I was disturbed by an att

    ack of rheumatism. I don't get enough exercise. I have no time for loafing. The third time--

    well, this is it! I was saying, then, five -hundred-and-one millions--

    Millions of what?

    The businessman suddenly realized that there was no hope of being left in peace until he ans

    wered this question.

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    http:www.foxitsoftware.com For evaluation only.Millions of those little objects, he said, which one sometimes sees in the sky.

    Flies?

    Oh, no. Little glittering objects.

    Bees?

    Oh, no. Little golden objects that set lazy men to idle dreaming. As for me, I am concerned

    with matters of consequence. There is no time for idle dreaming in my life.

    Ah! You mean the stars?

    Yes, that's it. The stars.

    And what do you do with five-hundred millions of stars?

    Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one. I

    am concerned with matters of consequence: I am accurate.

    And what do you do with these stars?

    What do I do with them?

    Yes.

    Nothing. I own them.

    You own the stars?

    Yes.

    But I have already seen a king who--

    Kings do not own, they reign over. It is a very different matter.

    And what good does it do you to own the stars?

    It does me the good of making me rich.

    And what good does it do you to be rich?

    It makes it possible for me to buy more stars, if any are ever discovered.

    This man, the little prince said to himself, reasons a little like my poor tippler...

    Nevertheless, he still had some more questions.

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    To whom do they belong? the businessman retorted, peevishly.

    I don't know. To nobody.

    Then they belong to me, because I was the first person to think of it.

    Is that all that is necessary?

    Certainly. When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you discover a

    n island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea before any one else, you

    take out a patent on it: it is yours. So with me: I own the stars, because nobody else befor

    e me ever thought of owning them.

    Yes, that is true, said the little prince. And what do you do with them?

    I administer them, replied the businessman. I count them and recount them. It is difficul

    t. But I am a man who is naturally interested in matters of consequence.

    The little prince was still not satisfied.

    If I owned a silk scarf, he said, I could put it around my neck and take it away with me.

    If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot plu

    ck the stars from heaven...

    No. But I can put them in the bank.

    Whatever does that mean?

    That means that I write the number of my stars on a little paper. And then I put this paper

    in a drawer and lock it with a key.

    And that is all?

    That is enough, said the businessman.

    It is entertaining, thought the little prince. It is rather poetic. But it is of no great

    consequence.

    On matters of consequence, the little prince had ideas which were very different from those

    of the grown-ups.

    I myself own a flower, he continued his conversation with the businessman, which I water

    every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (for I also clean out the one

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    to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no use to the stars...

    The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer. And the little prin

    ce went away.

    The grown-ups are certainly altogether extraordinary, he said simply, talking to himself a

    s he continued on his journey.

    Chapter 14 ] - the little prince visits the lamplighter

    The fifth planet was very strange. It was the smallest of all. There was just enough room on

    it for a street lamp and a lamplighter. The little prince was not able to reach any explana

    tion of the use of a street lamp and a lamplighter, somewhere in the heavens, on a planet wh

    ich had no people, and not one house. But he said to himself, nevertheless:

    It may well be that this man is absurd. But he is not so absurd as the king, the conceited

    man, the businessman, and the tippler. For at least his work has some meaning. When he light

    s his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower. When he puts

    out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beautiful occupation. A

    nd since it is beautiful, it is truly useful.

    When he arrived on the planet he respectfully saluted the lamplighter.

    Good morning. Why have you just put out your lamp?

    Those are the orders, replied the lamplighter. Good morning.

    What are the orders?

    The orders are that I put out my lamp. Good evening.

    And he lighted his lamp again.

    But why have you just lighted it again?

    Those are the orders, replied the lamplighter.

    I do not understand, said the little prince.

    There is nothing to understand, said the lamplighter. Orders are orders. Good morning.

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    Then he mopped his forehead with a handkerchief decorated with red squares.

    I follow a terrible profession. In the old days it was reasonable. I put the lamp out in th

    e morning, and in the evening I lighted it again. I had the rest of the day for relaxation a

    nd the rest of the night for sleep.

    And the orders have been changed since that time?

    The orders have not been changed, said the lamplighter. That is the tragedy! From year to

    year the planet has turned more rapidly and the orders have not been changed!

    Then what? asked the little prince.

    Then-- the planet now makes a complete turn every minute, and I no longer have a single sec

    ond for repose. Once every minute I have to light my lamp and put it out!

    That is very funny! A day lasts only one minute, here where you live!

    It is not funny at all! said the lamplighter. While we have been talking together a month

    has gone by.

    A month?

    Yes, a month. Thirty minutes. Thirty days. Good evening.

    And he lighted his lamp again.

    As the little prince watched him, he felt that he loved this lamplighter who was so faithful

    to his orders. He remembered the sunsets which he himself had gone to seek, in other days,merely by pulling up his chair; and he wanted to help his friend.

    You know, he said, I can tell you a way you can rest whenever you want to...

    I always want to rest, said the lamplighter.

    For it is possible for a man to be faithful and lazy at the same time.

    The little prince went on with his explanation:

    Your planet is so small that three strides will take you all the way around it. To be alway

    s in the sunshine, you need only walk along rather slowly. When you want to rest, you will w

    alk-- and the day will last as long as you like.

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    eep.

    Then you're unlucky, said the little prince.

    I am unlucky, said the lamplighter. Good morning.

    And he put out his lamp.

    That man, said the little prince to himself, as he continued farther on his journey, that

    man would be scorned by all the others: by the king, by the conceited man, by the tippler,by the businessman. Nevertheless he is the only one of them all who does not seem to me ridi

    culous. Perhaps that is because he is thinking of something else besides himself.

    He breathed a sigh of regret, and said to himself, again:

    That man is the only one of them all whom I could have made my friend. But his planet is in

    deed too small. There is no room on it for two people...

    What the little prince did not dare confess was that he was sorry most of all to leave this

    planet, because it was blest every day with 1440 sunsets!

    [ Chapter 14 ] - the little prince visits the lamplighter

    The fifth planet was very strange. It was the smallest of all. There was just enough room on

    it for a street lamp and a lamplighter. The little prince was not able to reach any explana

    tion of the use of a street lamp and a lamplighter, somewhere in the heavens, on a planet wh

    ich had no people, and not one house. But he said to himself, nevertheless:

    It may well be that this man is absurd. But he is not so absurd as the king, the conceited

    man, the businessman, and the tippler. For at least his work has some meaning. When he light

    s his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower. When he puts

    out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beautiful occupation. A

    nd since it is beautiful, it is truly useful.

    When he arrived on the planet he respectfully saluted the lamplighter.

    Good morning. Why have you just put out your lamp?

    Those are the orders, replied the lamplighter. Good morning.

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    The orders are that I put out my lamp. Good evening.

    And he lighted his lamp again.

    But why have you just lighted it again?

    Those are the orders, replied the lamplighter.

    I do not understand, said the little prince.

    There is nothing to understand, said the lamplighter. Orders are orders. Good morning.

    And he put out his lamp.

    Then he mopped his forehead with a handkerchief decorated with red squares.

    I follow a terrible profession. In the old days it was reasonable. I put the lamp out in th

    e morning, and in the evening I lighted it again. I had the rest of the day for relaxation a

    nd the rest of the night for sleep.

    And the orders have been changed since that time?

    The orders have not been changed, said the lamplighter. That is the tragedy! From year to

    year the planet has turned more rapidly and the orders have not been changed!

    Then what? asked the little prince.

    Then-- the planet now makes a complete turn every minute, and I no longer have a single sec

    ond for repose. Once every minute I have to light my lamp and put it out!

    That is very funny! A day lasts only one minute, here where you live!

    It is not funny at all! said the lamplighter. While we have been talking together a month

    has gone by.

    A month?

    Yes, a month. Thirty minutes. Thirty days. Good evening.

    And he lighted his lamp again.

    As the little prince watched him, he felt that he loved this lamplighter who was so faithful

    to his orders. He remembered the sunsets which he himself had gone to seek, in other days,merely by pulling up his chair; and he wanted to help his friend.

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    I always want to rest, said the lamplighter.

    For it is possible for a man to be faithful and lazy at the same time.

    The little prince went on with his explanation:

    Your planet is so small that three strides will take you all the way around it. To be alway

    s in the sunshine, you need only walk along rather slowly. When you want to rest, you will w

    alk-- and the day will last as long as you like.

    That doesn't do me much good, said the lamplighter. The one thing I love in life is to sl

    eep.

    Then you're unlucky, said the little prince.

    I am unlucky, said the lamplighter. Good morning.

    And he put out his lamp.

    That man, said the little prince to himself, as he continued farther on his journey, that

    man would be scorned by all the others: by the king, by the conceited man, by the tippler,by the businessman. Nevertheless he is the only one of them all who does not seem to me ridi

    culous. Perhaps that is because he is thinking of something else besides himself.

    He breathed a sigh of regret, and said to himself, again:

    That man is the only one of them all whom I could have made my friend. But his planet is in

    deed too small. There is no room on it for two people...

    What the little prince did not dare confess was that he was sorry most of all to leave this

    planet, because it was blest every day with 1440 sunsets!

    [ Chapter 16 ] - the narrator discusses the Earth's lamplighters

    So then the seventh planet was the Earth

    The Earth is not just an ordinary planet! One can count, there 111 kings (not forgetting, to

    be sure, the Negro kings among them), 7000 geographers, 900,000 businessmen, 7,500,000 tipp

    lers, 311,000,000 conceited men-- that is to say, about 2,000,000,000 grown-ups.

    To give you an idea of the size of the Earth, I will tell you that before the invention of e

    lectricity it was necessary to maintain, over the whole of the six continents, a veritable a

    rmy of 462,511 lamplighters for the street lamps.

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    http:www.foxitsoftware.com For evaluation only.Seen from a slight distance, that would make a splendid spectacle. The movements of this arm

    y would be regulated like those of the ballet in the opera. First would come the turn of the

    lamplighters of New Zealand and Australia. Having set their lamps alight, these would go of

    f to sleep. Next, the lamplighters of China and Siberia would enter for their steps in the d

    ance, and then they too would be waved back into the wings. After that would come the turn o

    f the lamplighters of Russia and the Indies; then those of Africa and Europe, then those of

    South America; then those of South America; then those of North America. And never would the

    y make a mistake in the order of their entry upon the stage. It would be magnificent.

    Only the man who was in charge of the single lamp at the North Pole, and his colleague who w

    as responsible for the single lamp at the South Pole-- only these two would live free from t

    oil and care: they would be busy twice a year.

    [ Chapter 17 ] - the little prince makes the acquaintance of the snake

    When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wanders a little from the truth. I have not be

    en altogether honest in what I have told you about the lamplighters. And I realize that I ru

    n the risk of giving a false idea of our planet to those who do not k now it. Men occupy a v

    ery small place upon the Earth. If the two billion inhabitants who people its surface were a

    ll to stand upright and somewhat crowded together, as they do for some big public assembly,they could easily be put into one public square twenty miles long and twenty miles wide. All

    humanity could be piled up on a small Pacific islet.

    The grown-ups, to be sure, will not believe you when you tell them that. They imagine that t

    hey fill a great deal of space. They fancy themselves as important as the baobabs. You shoul

    d advise them, then, to make their own calculations. They adore fig ures, and that will plea

    se them. But do not waste your time on this extra task. It is unnecessary. You have, I know,confidence in me.

    When the little prince arrived on the Earth, he was very much surprised not to see any peopl

    e. He was beginning to be afraid he had come to the wrong planet, when a coil of gold, the c

    olor of the moonlight, flashed across the sand.

    Good evening, said the little prince courteously.

    Good evening, said the snake.

    What planet is this on which I have come down? asked the little prince.

    This is the Earth; this is Africa, the snake answered.

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    This is the desert. There are no people ......