Excerpt from the beautiful fantasy story for children (and not)
"The Little Prince (Le Petit Prince) wrote in allegorical and delicate issue
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, a lesson on the meaning of love and ' Friendship!
Chapter 21 °
At that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," said gently the little prince, he turned around but saw no one.
"I'm here," the voice said, "under the apple tree ..."
"Who are you?" ask 'the little prince, "You are very pretty ..."
"I am a fox," said the fox.
"Come play with me," proposed the little prince, I'm so' sad ... "
"I can not play with you," said the fox, "are not tame."
"Oh, excuse me," said the little prince.
But after a moment's reflection he added:
"You're not from these parts, thou," said the fox, "What are you looking?"
"I am looking for men," said the little prince. ;
"Men," the fox said, "They have guns and hunt. It 's very boring! also raise chickens. E' are their only interests. You looking for chickens? "
" No, "said the little prince." I am looking for friends. What does it mean "
?" "It 's an act too often forgotten. ... It means "
"To establish ties?"
"Sure," said fox. "You, so far, for me, you're not a boy like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I need you. And you have no need of me. I'm not for just a fox like a hundred thousand foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. You will be unique in the world to me, and I will be 'unique to you. "
" I'm beginning to understand " said the little prince. 'There is a flower ... I think she has tamed me ... "
" It' s possible, "said the fox. "It happens to everyone on Earth ..."
"Oh, not 'on Earth," said the little prince.
The fox seemed' puzzled
"On another planet?"
"Yes".
"Are there hunters on this planet?"
"No".
"This interests me. Are there chickens?"
"No".
"There ' and 'nothing's perfect, "sighed' the fox. But the fox return 'to his idea
"My life is' boring. I hunt chickens, and men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all men are alike. And I bored because '. But if you tame me, my life will be' enlightened. I shall know 'the sound of footsteps that will be' different from all others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me 'out of my burrow like music. And then look: you see down there 'after all, fields of wheat? "I do not eat the bread and grain, for me it' s useless. The wheat fields say nothing to me. And this' sad! But you have hair the color of gold. Then it will be 'wonderful when you have tamed me. The wheat and that 'golden, will make me' think of you. And I shall love 'the sound of wind in the wheat ... "
The fox gazed' long the little prince
" Please ... tame, "he said.
" Willingly, "said the little prince," but do not have much time, but '. I have friends to discover, and learn many things. "
" One only understands the things that one tames, "said the fox." Men have no more 'time to learn anything. They buy things already 'done. But there is no shop with friends, men no longer have 'friends. If you want a friend, tame me! "
"What should I do?" ask 'the little prince.
"We must be very patient," said the fox. "In the beginning you will sit down a bit 'away from me, so' the grass. I'll look at you 'with one eye and you will say nothing. Words are a source of misunderstandings. But every day you will sit a bit 'more' close ... "The Little Prince
return 'the next day.
" It would be better to return at the same time, "said the fox.
" If you come, For example, every afternoon at four o'clock, I shall begin by the three 'to be happy. Over time will increase' my happiness'. When will the four, begin 'agitated and worried; discover' how happy '! But if you come you do not know when I will not know 'that never prepare my heart ... It takes the rites. "
" What is' a ritual, "said the little prince.
" This too 'something long forgotten, "said the fox." That' s what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There 's a ritual, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with girls of the village. So Thursday 'a wonderful day! I far as the vineyards. If the hunters danced at just any day, would be like every day, and I would never vacation. "
Cosi 'the little prince tamed' the fox.
And when the hour of departure drew near:
"Ah!" the fox said, "... weep '."
"negligence and' your 'said the little prince," I never wanted to hurt you, but you wanted me to tame you ... "
'It is true, "said the fox.
" But you cry! " said the little prince.
"And 'course," said the fox.
"Then it for you?" There
gain, "said the fox," the color of wheat. "
Then he added:
'Go again at the roses. You will understand that yours is' unique in the world. Then come back to say goodbye, I'll give you 'a secret. "
The little prince went away' to again at the roses.
"You are not at all like my rose, yet you are nothing," he said. "No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I have made my friend and now it 'for me unique." ;
And the roses were very much embarrassed.
"You are beautiful, but you are empty," she said again. "You can not 'die for you. Certainly, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you, but she, she alone, and 'more' important than all of you, because it 's you that I have watered. 'Cause you that I have put under the glass globe. 'Cause you that I have sheltered behind the screen. 'Cause for her that I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three for butterflies). 'Cause I heard she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes remain silent. 'Cause my rose. "
and return' to the fox.
" Goodbye, "he said.
" Goodbye, "said the fox." Here's my secret. It 's very simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. The essential 'invisible to the eye. "
"What is essential and 'invisible to the eye", he repeats' the little prince, to remember.
"It' s the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so 'important'. ;
"It 's the time I have wasted for my rose ..." whisper 'the little prince to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth.' But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose ..." ;
"I am responsible for my rose ..." repeats' the little prince to remember.
