III ●▽● 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?"

 

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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: "It is true that on that you can't have come from

very far away..." 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..."