[ 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 explanation of the use of a street lamp and a lamplighter
somewhere in the heavens
on a planet which 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 lights 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. And 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."
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 the morning
and in the evening I lighted it again. I had the rest of the day for relaxation and 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 second 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 always in the sunshine
you need only walk along rather slowly. When you want to rest
you will walk-- 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 sleep."
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 ridiculous. 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 indeed 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 15 ]
- the little prince visits the geographer
The sixth planet was ten times larger than the last one. It was inhabited by an old gentleman who wrote voluminous books.
Oh
look! Here is an explorer!
he exclaimed to himself when he saw the little prince coming.
The little prince sat down on the table and panted a little. He had already traveled so much and so far!
Where do you come from?
the old gentleman said to him.
What is that big book?
said the little prince. "What are you doing?"
I am a geographer
the old gentleman said to him.
What is a geographer?
asked the little prince.
A geographer is a scholar who knows the location of all the seas
rivers
towns
mountains
and deserts.
That is very interesting
said the little prince. "Here at last is a man who has a real profession!" And he cast a look around him at the planet of the geographer. It was the most magnificent and stately planet that he had ever seen.
Your planet is very beautiful
he said. "Has it any oceans?"
I couldn't tell you
said the geographer.
Ah!
The little prince was disappointed. "Has it any mountains?"
I couldn't tell you
said the geographer.
And towns
and rivers
and deserts?
I couldn't tell you that
either.
But you are a geographer!
Exactly
the geographer said. "But I am not an explorer. I haven't a single explorer on my planet. It is not the geographer who goes out to count the towns
the rivers
the mountains
the seas
the oceans
and the deserts. The geographer is much too important to go loafing about. He does not leave his desk. But he receives the explorers in his study. He asks them questions
and he notes down what they recall of their travels. And if the recollections of any one among them seem interesting to him
the geographer orders an inquiry into that explorer's moral character."
Why is that?
Because an explorer who told lies would bring disaster on the books of the geographer. So would an explorer who drank too much.
Why is that?
asked the little prince.
Because intoxicated men see double. Then the geographer would note down two mountains in a place where there was only one.
I know some one
said the little prince
who would make a bad explorer.
That is possible. Then
when the moral character of the explorer is shown to be good
an inquiry is ordered into his discovery.
One goes to see it?
No. That would be too complicated. But one requires the explorer to furnish proofs. For example
if the discovery in question is that of a large mountain
one requires that large stones be brought back from it.
The geographer was suddenly stirred to excitement.
But you-- you come from far away! You are an explorer! You shall describe your planet to me!
And
having opened his big register
the geographer sharpened his pencil. The recitals of explorers are put down first in pencil. One waits until the explorer has furnished proofs
before putting them down in ink.
Well?
said the geographer expectantly.
Oh
where I live
said the little prince
it is not very interesting. It is all so small. I have three volcanoes. Two volcanoes are active and the other is extinct. But one never knows.
One never knows
said the geographer.
I have also a flower.
We do not record flowers
said the geographer.
Why is that? The flower is the most beautiful thing on my planet!
We do not record them
said the geographer
because they are ephemeral.
What does that mean-- 'ephemeral'?
Geographies
said the geographer
are the books which
of all books
are most concerned with matters of consequence. They never become old-fashioned. It is very rarely that a mountain changes its position. It is very rarely that an ocean empties itself of its waters. We write of eternal things.
But extinct volcanoes may come to life again
the little prince interrupted. "What does that mean-- 'ephemeral'?"
Whether volcanoes are extinct or alive
it comes to the same thing for us
said the geographer. "The thing that matters to us is the mountain. It does not change."
But what does that mean-- 'ephemeral'?
repeated the little prince
who never in his life had let go of a question
once he had asked it.
It means
'which is in danger of speedy disappearance.'
Is my flower in danger of speedy disappearance?
Certainly it is.
My flower is ephemeral
the little prince said to himself
and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left her on my planet
all alone!
That was his first moment of regret. But he took courage once more.
What place would you advise me to visit now?
he asked.
The planet Earth
replied the geographer. "It has a good reputation."
And the little prince went away
thinking of his flower.
[ 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 tipplers
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 electricity it was necessary to maintain
over the whole of the six continents
a veritable army of 462
511 lamplighters for the street lamps.
Seen from a slight distance
that would make a splendid spectacle. The movements of this army 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 off to sleep. Next
the lamplighters of China and Siberia would enter for their steps in the dance
and then they too would be waved back into the wings. After that would come the turn of 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 they 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 was responsible for the single lamp at the South Pole-- only these two would live free from toil 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 been altogether honest in what I have told you about the lamplighters. And I realize that I run the risk of giving a false idea of our planet to those who do not k now it. Men occupy a very small place upon the Earth. If the two billion inhabitants who people its surface were all 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 they fill a great deal of space. They fancy themselves as important as the baobabs. You should advise them
then
to make their own calculations. They adore fig ures
and that will please 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 people. He was beginning to be afraid he had come to the wrong planet
when a coil of gold
the color 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.
Ah! Then there are no people on the Earth?
This is the desert. There are no people in the desert. The Earth is large
said the snake.
The little prince sat down on a stone
and raised his eyes toward the sky.
I wonder
he said
whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again... Look at my planet. It is right there above us. But how far away it is!
It is beautiful
the snake said. "What has brought you here?"
I have been having some trouble with a flower
said the little prince.
Ah!
said the snake.
And they were both silent.
Where are the men?
the little prince at last took up the conversation again. "It is a little lonely in the desert..."
It is also lonely among men
the snake said.
The little prince gazed at him for a long time.
You are a funny animal
he said at last. "You are no thicker than a finger..."
But I am more powerful than the finger of a king
said the snake.
The little prince smiled.
You are not very powerful. You haven't even any feet. You cannot even travel...
I can carry you farther than any ship could take you
said the snake.
He twined himself around the little prince's ankle
like a golden bracelet.
Whomever I touch
I send back to the earth from whence he came
the snake spoke again. "But you are innocent and true
and you come from a star..."
The little prince made no reply.
You move me to pity-- you are so weak on this Earth made of granite
the snake said. "I can help you
some day
if you grow too homesick for your own planet. I can--"
Oh! I understand you very well
said the little prince. "But why do you always speak in riddles?"
I solve them all
said the snake.
And they were both silent.
[ Chapter 18 ]
- the little prince goes looking for men and meets a flower
The little prince crossed the desert and met with only one flower. It was a flower with three petals
a flower of no account at all.
Good morning
said the little prince.
Good morning
said the flower.
Where are the men?
the little prince asked
politely.
The flower had once seen a caravan passing.
Men?
she echoed. "I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them
several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots
and that makes their life very difficult."
Goodbye
said the little prince.
Goodbye
said the flower.
[ Chapter 19 ]
- the little prince climbs a mountain range
After that
the little prince climbed a high mountain. The only mountains he had ever known were the three volcanoes
which came up to his knees. And he used the extinct volcano as a footstool. "From a mountain as high as this one
he said to himself
I shall be able to see the whole planet at one glance
and all the people..."
But he saw nothing
save peaks of rock that were sharpened like needles.
Good morning
he said courteously.
Good morning--Good morning--Good morning
answered the echo.
Who are you?
said the little prince.
Who are you--Who are you--Who are you?
answered the echo.
Be my friends. I am all alone
he said.
I am all alone--all alone--all alone
answered the echo.
What a queer planet!
he thought. "It is altogether dry
and altogether pointed
and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them... On my planet I had a flower; she always was the first to speak..."
[ Chapter 20 ]
- the little prince discovers a garden of roses
But it happened that after walking for a long time through sand
and rocks
and snow
the little prince at last came upon a road. And all roads lead to the abodes of men.
Good morning
he said.
He was standing before a garden
all a-bloom with roses.
Good morning
said the roses.
The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.
Who are you?
he demanded
thunderstruck.
We are roses
the roses said.
And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them
all alike
in one single garden!
She would be very much annoyed
he said to himself
if she should see that... she would cough most dreadfully
and she would pretend that she was dying
to avoid being laughed at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life-- for if I did not do that
to humble myself also
she would really allow herself to die...
Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich
with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose
and three volcanoes that come up to my knees-- and one of them perhaps extinct forever... that doesn't make me a very great prince..."
And he lay down in the grass and cried.
[ Chapter 21 ]
- the little prince befriends the fox
It was then that the fox appeared.
Good morning
said the fox.
Good morning
the little prince responded politely
although when he turned around he saw nothing.
I am right here
the voice said
under the apple tree.
Who are you?
asked the little prince
and added
You are very pretty to look at.
I am a fox
said the fox.
Come and play with me
proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
I cannot play with you
the fox said. "I am not tamed."
Ah! Please excuse me
said the little prince.
But
after some thought
he added:
What does that mean-- 'tame'?
You do not live here
said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"
I am looking for men
said the little prince. "What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
Men
said the fox. "They have guns
and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
No
said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
It is an act too often neglected
said the fox. It means to establish ties."
'To establish ties'?
Just that
said the fox. "To me
you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you
on your part
have no need of me. To you
I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me
then we shall need each other. To me
you will be unique in all the world. To you
I shall be unique in all the world..."
I am beginning to understand
said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me..."
It is possible
said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."
Oh
but this is not on the Earth!
said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed
and very curious.
On another planet?
Yes.
Are there hunters on this planet?
No.
Ah
that is interesting! Are there chickens?
No.
Nothing is perfect
sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
My life is very monotonous
the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike
and all the men are just alike. And
in consequence
I am a little bored. But if you tame me
it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me
like music
out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not ea t bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain
which is also golden
will bring me bac k the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."
The fox gazed at the little prince
for a long time.
Please-- tame me!
he said.
I want to
very much
the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover
and a great many things to understand."
One only understands the things that one tames
said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship
and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend
tame me..."
What must I do
to tame you?
asked the little prince.
You must be very patient
replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like that-- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye
and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But yo u will sit a little closer to me
every day..."
The next day the little prince came back.
It would have been better to come back at the same hour
said the fox. "If
for example
you come at four o'clock in the afternoon
then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock
I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time
I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."
What is a rite?
asked the little prince.
Those also are actions too often neglected
said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days
one hour from other hours. There is a rite
for example
among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time
every day would be like every other day
and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
Ah
said the fox
I shall cry.
It is your own fault
said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
Yes
that is so
said the fox.
But now you are going to cry!
said the little prince.
Yes
that is so
said the fox.
Then it has done you no good at all!
It has done me good
said the fox
because of the color of the wheat fields.
And then he added:
Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me
and I will make you a present of a secret.
The little prince went away
to look again at the roses.
You are not at all like my rose
he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you
and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend
and now he is unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarrassed.
You are beautiful
but you are empty
he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure
an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you-- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to
when she grumbled
or boasted
or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.
And he went back to meet the fox.
Goodbye
he said.
Goodbye
said the fox. "And now here is my secret
a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
What is essential is invisible to the eye
the little prince repeated
so that he would be sure to remember.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
It is the time I have wasted for my rose--
said the little prince
so that he would be sure to remember.
Men have forgotten this truth
said the fox. "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
the little prince repeated
so that he would be sure to remember.
[ Chapter 22 ]
- the little prince encounters a railway switchman
Good morning
said the little prince.
Good morning
said the railway switchman.
What do you do here?
the little prince asked.
I sort out travelers
in bundles of a thousand
said the switchman. "I send off the trains that carry them; now to the right
now to the left."
And a brilliantly lighted express train shook the switchman's cabin as it rushed by with a roar like thunder.
They are in a great hurry
said the little prince. "What are they looking for?"
Not even the locomotive engineer knows that
said the switchman.
And a second brilliantly lighted express thundered by
in the opposite direction.
Are they coming back already?
demanded the little prince.
These are not the same ones
said the switchman. "It is an exchange."
Were they not satisfied where they were?
asked the little prince.
No one is ever satisfied where he is
said the switchman.
And they heard the roaring thunder of a third brilliantly lighted express.
Are they pursuing the first travelers?
demanded the little prince.
They are pursuing nothing at all
said the switchman. "They are asleep in there
or if they are not asleep they are yawning. Only the children are flattening their noses against the windowpanes."
Only the children know what they are looking for
said the little prince. "They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them
they cry..."
They are lucky
the switchman said.
[ Chapter 23 ]
- the little prince encounters a merchant
Good morning
said the little prince.
Good morning
said the merchant.
This was a merchant who sold pills that had been invented to quench thirst. You need only swallow one pill a week
and you would feel no need of anything to drink.
Why are you selling those?
asked the little prince.
Because they save a tremendous amount of time
said the merchant. "Computations have been made by experts. With these pills
you save fifty-three minutes in every week."
And what do I do with those fifty-three minutes?
Anything you like...
As for me
said the little prince to himself
if I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked
I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.
[ Chapter 24 ]
- the narrator and the little prince
thirsty
hunt for a well in the&n