a little prince
Chapter 6
the little prince and the narrator talk about sunsets
for the long time you had found your only entertainment in the quite pleasure of looking at the sunset.
for the sunset .we must wait until it is time.
everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.
setting over France
in one minute
go straight into
right from noon
too far away
France is too far away for that
but on your tiny planet
all you need do is move your chair a few steps.
you can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like….
and a little later you added:
one loves the sunset , when one is so sad…
one loves the sunset , when one is so sad…
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
as always , it was thanks to the sheep– the secret of the little prince’s life was revealed to me.
abruptly , without anything to lead up to me.
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 ?
what use are they ?
i did not know . at that moment i was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine.
unscrew a bolt
got stuck in my engine
got stuck in my engine
i was very much worried ,for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious.
breakdown of my plane was extremely serious
for it was becoming clear to me
and i had so little drinking-water left that i had to fear for the worst
fear for the worst
fear for the worst
the thorns– what use are they?
the thorns are of no use at all . flowers have thorns just for spite!
of no use at all
of no use at all
of no use at all
just for spite
just for spite
just for spite
there are moment of complete silence.
of complete silence
of complete silence
of complete silence
then the little prince flashed back at me
with a kind of resentfulness:
with a kind of resentfulness
a kind of resentfulness
then the Jack is with a kind of resentfulness for me
i don’t believe you !
i don’t believe you !
i don’t believe you !
flowers are weak creatures .
weak creatures
creature
They reassure themselves as best they can
as best we can