- 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 airne, for instance (i shall not draw my airne; that would be much too plicated for me), he asked me:
"what is that object?"
"that is not an object. it flies. it is an airne. it is my airne."
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 ofughter, which irritated me very much. i like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
then he added:
"so you, too,e from the sky! which is your?"
at that moment i caught a gleam of light in the imprable mystery of his presence; and i demanded, abruptly:
"do youe from another?"
but he did not reply. he tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from my ne:
"it is true that on that you can''t havee from very far away…"
and he sank into a reverie, whichsted a long time. then, taking my sheep out of his pocket, he buried himself in the contemtion of his treasure.
you can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the "others." i made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject.
"my little man, where do youe 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 ofughter:
"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…"
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 airne, for instance (i shall not draw my airne; that would be much too plicated for me), he asked me:
"what is that object?"
"that is not an object. it flies. it is an airne. it is my airne."
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 ofughter, which irritated me very much. i like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
then he added:
"so you, too,e from the sky! which is your?"
at that moment i caught a gleam of light in the imprable mystery of his presence; and i demanded, abruptly:
"do youe from another?"
but he did not reply. he tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from my ne:
"it is true that on that you can''t havee from very far away…"
and he sank into a reverie, whichsted a long time. then, taking my sheep out of his pocket, he buried himself in the contemtion of his treasure.
you can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the "others." i made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject.
"my little man, where do youe 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 ofughter:
"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…"