Chapter21(Excerpt)
Itwasthenthatthefoxappeared.
“Goodmorning,”saidthefox.
“Goodmorning,”thelittleprincerespondedpolitely,althoughwhenheturnedaroundhesawnothing.
“Iamrighthere,”thevoicesaid,“undertheappletree.”
“Whoareyou?”askedthelittleprince,andadded,“Youareveryprettytolookat.”
“Iamafox,’saidthefox.
“Comeandplaywithme,”proposedthelittleprince.“Iamsounhappy.”
“Icannotplaywithyou,”thefoxsaid.“Iamnottamed.”
“Ah!Pleaseexcuseme,”saidthelittleprince.But,aftersomethought,headded:“Whatdoesthatmean—‘tame’?”
“Youdonotlivehere,”saidthefox.“Whatisitthatyouarelookingfor?”
“Iamlookingformen,”saidthelittleprince.“Whatdoesthatmean—‘tame’?”
“Men,”saidthefox.“Theyhaveguns,andtheyhunt.Itisverydisturbing.Theyalsoraisechickens.Thesearetheironlyinterests.Areyoulookingforchickens?”
“No,”saidthelittleprince.“Iamlookingforfriends.Whatdoesthatmean—‘tame’?”
“Itisanacttoooftenneglected,”saidthefox.“Itmeanstoestablishties.”
“Toestablishties?”
“Justthat,”saidthefox.“Tome,youarestillnothingmorethanalittleboywhoisjustlikeahundredthousandotherlittleboys.AndIhavenoneedofyou.Andyou,onyourpart,havenoneedofme.Toyou,Iamnothingmorethanafoxlikeahundredthousandotherfoxes.Butifyoutameme,thenweshallneedeachother.Tome,youwillbeuniqueinalltheworld.Toyou,Ishallbeuniqueinalltheworld...”
“Iambeginningtounderstand,”saidthelittleprince.“Thereisaflower...Ithinkthatshehastamedme...”
“Itispossible,”saidthefox.“OntheEarthoneseesallsortsofthings…”
“Mylifeisverymonotonous,”thefoxsaid.“Ihuntchickens;menhuntme.Allthechickensarejustalike,andallthemenarejustalike.And,inconsequence,Iamalittlebored.Butifyoutameme,itwillbeasifthesuncametoshineonmylife.Ishallknowthesoundofastepthatwillbedifferentfromalltheothers.Otherstepssendmehurryingbackunderneaththeground.Yourswillcallme,likemusic,outofmyburrow.Andthenlook:youseethegrain-fieldsdownyonder?Idonoteatbread.Wheatisofnousetome.Thewheatfieldshavenothingtosaytome.Andthatissad.Butyouhavehairthatisthecolourofgold.Thinkhowwonderfulthatwillbewhenyouhavetamedme!Thegrain,whichisalsogolden,willbringmebackthethoughtofyou.AndIshalllovetolistentothewindinthewheat...”
Thefoxgazedatthelittleprince,foralongtime.“Please—tameme!”hesaid.
“Iwantto,verymuch,”thelittleprincereplied.“ButIhavenotmuchtime.Ihavefriendstodiscover,andagreatmanythingstounderstand.”
“Oneonlyunderstandsthethingsthatonetames,”saidthefox.“Menhavenomoretimetounderstandanything.Theybuythingsallreadymadeattheshops.Butthereisnoshopanywherewhereonecanbuyfriendship,andsomenhavenofriendsanymore.Ifyouwantafriend,tameme...”
“WhatmustIdo,totameyou?”askedthelittleprince.
“Youmustbeverypatient,”repliedthefox.“Firstyouwillsitdownatalittledistancefromme—likethat—inthegrass.Ishalllookatyououtofthecornerofmyeye,andyouwillsaynothing.Wordsarethesourceofmisunderstandings.Butyouwillsitalittleclosertome,everyday...”
Thenextdaythelittleprincecameback.
“Itwouldhavebeenbetterto
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