The Little Prince (Chap. 3-5)

Reading from The Little Prince by French author and aviator Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944).
This fantastic tale contains timeless messages for all ages. Let yourself be carried away by the adventures of the aviator and his young friend full of wisdom and sweetness. If you enjoyed this recording, let me know with a small donation or a message, and I will work on producing the following chapters.

"If you please -- draw me a sheep!"
(Music by Kai Engel and Doctor Turtle.)

Transcript

Chapter 3 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 so 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?

And at 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 have come from very far away.

And then,

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.

Tie him?

What a weird 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.

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,

Nobody can go very far.

Chapter 4 I had thus learned a second fact of great importance.

This was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house.

But that did not really surprise me much.

I knew very well that in addition to the great planets,

Such as the Earth,

Jupiter,

Mars,

Venus,

To which we have given names,

There are also hundreds of others,

Some of which are so small that one has a hard time seeing them through the telescope.

When an astronomer discovers one of these,

He does not give it a name,

But only a number.

He might call it,

For example,

Asteroid 325.

I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B612.

This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope.

That was by a Turkish astronomer in 1909.

On making his discovery,

The astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress in a great demonstration.

But he was in Turkish costume,

And so nobody would believe what he said.

Grown-ups are like that.

Fortunately however,

For the reputation of asteroid B612,

A Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects,

Under death threat,

Should change to European costumes.

So in 1920,

The astronomer gave his demonstration all over again,

Dressed with impressive style and elegance.

And this time,

Everybody accepted his report.

If I have told you these details about the asteroid and made a note of its number for you,

It is on account of the grown-ups and their ways.

When you tell them that you have made a new friend,

They never ask you questions about essential matters.

They never say to you,

What does his voice sound like?

What games does she love best?

Do they collect butterflies?

Instead they demand,

How old is he?

How many brothers does she have?

How much do they weigh?

How much money does his father make?

Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

If you were to say to the grown-ups,

I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof,

They would not be able to get any idea of that house at all.

You would have to say to them,

I saw a house that cost $200,

000.

Then they would exclaim,

Oh,

What a pretty house that is.

Just so you might say to them,

The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming,

That he loved,

And that he was looking for a sheep.

If anybody wants a sheep,

That is a proof that he exists.

And what good would it do to tell them that?

They would shrug their shoulders and treat you like a child.

But if you said to them,

The planet he came from is asteroid B612,

Then they would be convinced and leave you in peace from their questions.

They are like that.

One must not hold it against them.

Children should always show great forbearance towards grown-up people.

But certainly for us who understand life,

Figures are a matter of indifference.

I should have liked to begin the story and the fashion of the fairy tales.

I should have liked to say,

Once upon a time,

There was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than himself and who had need of a sheep.

To those who understand life,

That would have given a much greater air of truth to my story.

For I do not want anyone to read my book carelessly.

I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories.

Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me with his sheep.

If I try to describe him here,

It is to make sure that I shall not forget him.

To forget a friend is sad.

Not everyone has had a friend.

And if I forget him,

I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.

It is for that purpose again that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils.

It is hard to take up drawing again at my age when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside since I was six.

I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible.

But I'm not all sure of success.

One drawing goes along alright and another has no resemblance to its subject.

I made some errors too in the little prince's height.

In one place he is too tall and in another too short.

And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume.

So I fumble along as best I can.

Here good,

Here bad and I hope generally somewhere in between.

In certain more important details I shall make mistakes too.

But that is something that will not be my fault.

My friend never explained anything to me.

He thought perhaps that I was like him.

But I,

Alice,

Do now know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.

Perhaps I am a little like the grown ups.

I have had to grow old.

Chapter 5 As each day passed,

I would learn in our talk something about the little prince's planet,

His departure from it,

His journey.

The information would come very slowly as it might chance to fall from his thoughts.

It was in this way that I heard on the third day about the catastrophe of the baobabs.

This time once more I had the sheep to thank for it.

For the little prince asked me abruptly as if seized by a grave doubt.

It is true,

Isn't it,

That sheep eat little bushes?

Yes,

That is true.

Oh,

I'm glad.

I did not understand why it was so important that sheep should eat little bushes,

But the little prince added,

Then,

It follows that they also eat baobabs.

I pointed out to the little prince that baobabs were not little bushes,

But on the contrary,

Trees as big as castles,

And that even if he took a whole herd of elephants away with him,

The herd would not eat up one single baobab.

The idea of the herd of elephants made the little prince laugh.

We would have to put one on top of the other,

He said,

But he made a wise comment.

Before they grow so big,

The baobabs start out by being little.

That is strictly correct,

I said,

But why do you want the sheep to eat little baobabs?

He answered to me at once.

Oh,

Come on,

As if he were speaking of something that was self-evident,

And I was obliged to make a great mental effort to solve this problem without any assistance.

Indeed,

As I learned,

There were on the planet where the little prince lived,

As on all planets,

Good plants and bad plants.

In consequence,

There are good seeds from good plants and bad seeds from bad plants.

But seeds are invisible.

They sleep deep in the heart of the earth's darkness until someone among them is seized with a desire to awaken.

Then,

This little seed will stretch itself and begin,

Timidly at first,

To push a charming little sprout inoffensively upward towards the sun.

If it is only a sprout of radish or a sprig of a rosebush,

One would let it grow,

Wherever it might wish.

But if it is a bad weed,

One must destroy it as soon as possible,

The very first instant that one recognizes it.

Now,

There were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the little prince,

And these were the seeds of the baobab.

The soil of that planet was infested with them.

A baobab is something you will never,

Never be able to get rid of if you attend to it too late.

It spreads over the entire planet.

It bores clear through it with its roots.

And if the planet is too small,

And the baobabs are too many,

They split it in pieces.

With the question of discipline,

The little prince said to me later on,

When you are done with your own grooming in the morning,

Then it is time to tend to your planet,

Grooming it just so with the greatest care.

You must see that all the baobabs are pulled up regularly at the very first moment when they can be distinguished from the rosebushes,

Which they resemble so closely in their earliest youth.

It is very tedious work,

The little prince added,

But very simple.

And one day,

He said to me,

You ought to make a beautiful drawing so that the children where you live can see exactly how all this is.

That would be very useful to them if they were to travel someday.

Sometimes,

He added,

There is no harm in putting off a piece of work for another day.

But when it is a matter of baobabs,

That always means catastrophe.

I knew a planet that was inhabited by a lazy man.

He neglected three little bushes.

So as the little prince described it to me,

I have made a drawing of that planet.

I do not much like to take the tone of a moralist.

But the danger of the baobabs is so little understood,

And such considerable risks would be run by anyone who might get lost on an asteroid that for once,

I am breaking through my reserve.

Children,

I say plainly,

Watch out for the baobabs.

My friends,

Like myself,

Have been looking over this danger for a long time without ever knowing it.

And so it is for them that I have worked so hard over this drawing.

The lesson which I pass on by this means is worth all the trouble it has caused me.

Perhaps you will ask me,

Why are there no other drawing in this book as magnificent and impressive as this drawing of the baobabs?

The reply is simple.

I have tried.

But with the others,

I have not been successful.

When I made the drawing of the baobabs,

I was carried beyond myself by the inspiring force of urgent necessity.

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I love the little Prince ! Well read! Last night I was tired and fell asleep before the end! 🌹 💫 TY!

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