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Little Prince（《小王子》英文版）
Written By Antoine de Saiot-Exupery (1900～1944)
Preface
To Leon Werth
      ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children-- although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:  
     
      
To Leon Werth
when he was a little boy
[ Chapter 1 ]
     
              - we are introduced to the narrator, a pilot, and his ideas about grown-ups


     I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:


I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
     But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"  
     My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:


He looked at it carefully, then he said: "No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another."  
     So I made another drawing


My friend smiled gently and indulgenty. "You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."  
     So then I did my drawing over once more.  


     But it was rejected too, just like the others. "This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time."
     By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.  
And I threw out an explanation with it.  
     "This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."
     I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:  
     "That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass?"
     "Why?"
     "Because where I live everything is very small..."
     "There will surely be enough grass for him," I said. "It is a very small sheep that I have given you."  
     He bent his head over the drawing:  
     "Not so small that-- Look! He has gone to sleep..."
     And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.


[ Chapter 3 ]
          - 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 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?"  
     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‘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..."


[ Chapter 4 ]
     
              - the narrator speculates as to which asteroid from which the little prince came     
     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 B-612. 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 B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his report.  

[ Chapter 5 ]
     
              - we are warned as to the dangers of the baobabs
     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."  
     "Ah! I am 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 them 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 the little baobabs?"
     He answered me at once, "Oh, come, come!", 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 were 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 some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken. Then this little seed will stretch itself and begin-- timidly at first-- to push a charming little sprig inoffensively upward toward the sun. If it is only a sprout of radish or the sprig of a rose-bush, one would let it grow wherever it might wish. But when it is a bad plant, 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...  


     "It is a question of discipline," the little prince said to me later on. "When you‘ve finished your own toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the toilet of your planet, just so, with the greatest care. You must see to it that you pull up regularly all the baobabs, 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 easy."
     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 some day. Sometimes," he added, "there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day. But when it is a matter of baobabs, that always means a 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 skirting 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 cost 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.


[ Chapter 7 ]
              - the narrator learns about the secret of the little prince‘s life  
     On the fifth day-- again, 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 it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:  
     "A sheep-- if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"
     "A sheep," I answered, "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?"
     I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had 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. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.  
     "The thorns-- what use are they?"
     The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:  
     "The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite!"  
     "Oh!"  
     There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:  
     "I don‘t believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are name. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons..."  
     I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still won‘t turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little prince disturbed my thoughts.  
     "And you actually believe that the flowers--"  
     "Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no no! I don‘t believe anything. I answered you with the first thing that came into my head. Don‘t you see-- I am very busy with matters of consequence!"  
     He stared at me, thunderstruck.  
     "Matters of consequence!"  
     
     He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending down over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly...  
     "You talk just like the grown-ups!"  
     That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:  


     "You mix everything up together... You confuse everything..."  
     He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.  
     "I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: ‘I am busy with matters of consequence!‘ And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man-- he is a mushroom!"  
     "A what?"  
     "A mushroom!"  
     The little prince was now white with rage.  
     "The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? Is this not of more consequence than a fat red-faced gentleman‘s sums? And if I know-- I, myself-- one flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doing-- Oh! You think that is not important!"  
     His face turned from white to red as he continued:
     "If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, ‘Somewhere, my flower is there...‘ But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened... And you think that is not important!"  
     He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.  
     The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms, and rocked him. I said to him:
     "The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will--"  
     I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.  
     It is such a secret place, the land of tears.


     "There are no tigers on my planet," the little prince objected. "And, anyway, tigers do not eat weeds."  
     "I am not a weed," the flower replied, sweetly.  
     "Please excuse me..."
     "I am not at all afraid of tigers," she went on, "but I have a horror of drafts. I suppose you wouldn‘t have a screen for me?"  
     "A horror of drafts-- that is bad luck, for a plant," remarked the little prince, and added to himself, "This flower is a very complex creature..."  
     "At night I want you to put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you live. In the place I came from--"
      But she interrupted herself at that point. She had come in the form of a seed. She could not have known anything of any other worlds. Embarassed over having let herself be caught on the verge of such a na飗e untruth, she coughed two or three times, in order to put the little prince in the wrong.  
     "The screen?"  
     "I was just going to look for it when you spoke to me..."  
     Then she forced her cough a little more so that he should suffer from remorse just the same.  
     So the little prince, in spite of all the good will that was inseparable from his love, had soon come to doubt her. He had taken seriously words which were without importance, and it made him very unhappy.  
     "I ought not to have listened to her," he confided to me one day. "One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace. This tale of claws, which disturbed me so much, should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity."
     And he continued his confidences:  
     "The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...


[ Chapter 10 ]
              - the little prince visits the king  
     He found himself in the neighborhood of the asteroids 325, 326, 327, 328, 329, and 330. He began, therefore, by visiting them, in order to add to his knowledge.  
     The first of them was inhabited by a king. Clad in royal purple and ermine, he was seated upon a throne which was at the same time both simple and majestic.  
     "Ah! Here is a subject," exclaimed the king, when he saw the little prince coming.  
     And the little prince asked himself:  
     "How could he recognize me when he had never seen me before?"  
     He did not know how the world is simplified for kings. To them, all men are subjects.  
     "Approach, so that I may see you better," said the king, who felt consumingly proud of being at last a king over somebody.  
     The little prince looked everywhere to find a place to sit down; but the entire planet was crammed and obstructed by the king‘s magnificent ermine robe. So he remained standing upright, and, since he was tired, he yawned.
     "It is contrary to etiquette to yawn in the presence of a king," the monarch said to him. "I forbid you to do so."  
     "I can‘t help it. I can‘t stop myself," replied the little prince, thoroughly embarrassed. "I have come on a long journey, and I have had no sleep..."  
     "Ah, then," the king said. "I order you to yawn. It is years since I have seen anyone yawning. Yawns, to me, are objects of curiosity. Come, now! Yawn again! It is an order."
     "That frightens me... I cannot, any more..." murmured the little prince, now completely abashed.
     "Hum! Hum!" replied the king. "Then I-- I order you sometimes to yawn and sometimes to--"
     He sputtered a little, and seemed vexed.  
     For what the king fundamentally insisted upon was that his authority should be respected. He tolerated no disobedience. He was an absolute monarch. But, because he was a very good man, he made his orders reasonable.  
     "If I ordered a general," he would say, by way of example, "if I ordered a general to change himself into a sea bird, and if the general did not obey me, that would not be the fault of the general. It would be my fault."  
     "May I sit down?" came now a timid inquiry from the little prince.  
     "I order you to do so," the king answered him, and majestically gathered in a fold of his ermine mantle.  
     But the little prince was wondering... The planet was tiny. Over what could this king really rule?  
     "Sire," he said to him, "I beg that you will excuse my asking you a question--"  
     "I order you to ask me a question," the king hastened to assure him.  
     "Sire-- over what do you rule?"  
     "Over everything," said the king, with magnificent simplicity.  
     "Over everything?"  
     The king made a gesture, which took in his planet, the other planets, and all the stars.  
     "Over all that?" asked the little prince.  
     "Over all that," the king answered.  
     For his rule was not only absolute: it was also universal.  
     "And the stars obey you?"  


     "Then you shall judge yourself," the king answered. "that is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom."  
     "Yes," said the little prince, "but I can judge myself anywhere. I do not need to live on this planet.  
     "Hum! Hum!" said the king. "I have good reason to believe that somewhere on my planet there is an old rat. I hear him at night. You can judge this old rat. From time to time you will condemn him to death. Thus his life will depend on your justice. But you will pardon him on each occasion; for he must be treated thriftily. He is the only one we have."
     "I," replied the little prince, "do not like to condemn anyone to death. And now I think I will go on my way."  
     "No," said the king.  
     But the little prince, having now completed his preparations for departure, had no wish to grieve the old monarch.
     "If Your Majesty wishes to be promptly obeyed," he said, "he should be able to give me a reasonable order. He should be able, for example, to order me to be gone by the end of one minute. It seems to me that conditions are favorable..."
     As the king made no answer, the little prince hesitated a moment. Then, with a sigh, he took his     "Certainly they do," the king said. "They obey instantly. I do not permit insubordination."  
     Such power was a thing for the little prince to marvel at. If he had been master of such complete authority, he would have been able to watch the sunset, not forty-four times in one day, but seventy-two, or even a hundred, or even two hundred times, with out ever having to move his chair. And because he felt a bit sad as he remembered his little planet which he had forsaken, he plucked up his courage to ask the king a favor:  
     "I should like to see a sunset... do me that kindness... Order the sun to set..."  
     "If I ordered a general to fly from one flower to another like a butterfly, or to write a tragic drama, or to change himself into a sea bird, and if the general did not carry out the order that he had received, which one of us would be in the wrong?" the king demanded. "The general, or myself?"  
     "You," said the little prince firmly.  
     "Exactly. One much require from each one the duty which each one can perform," the king went on. "Accepted authority rests first of all on reason. If you ordered your people to go and throw themselves into the sea, they would rise up in revolution. I have the right to require obedience because my orders are reasonable."
     "Then my sunset?" the little prince reminded him: for he never forgot a question once he had asked it.  


[ Chapter 11 ]
          
     - the little prince visits the conceited man
     The second planet was inhabited by a conceited man.
     "Ah! Ah! I am about to receive a visit from an admirer!" he exclaimed from afar, when he first saw the little prince coming.  
     For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.  
     "Good morning," said the little prince. "That is a queer hat you are wearing."  
     "It is a hat for salutes," the conceited man replied. "It is to raise in salute when people acclaim me. Unfortunately, nobody at all ever passes this way."
     "Yes?" said the little prince, who did not understand what the conceited man was talking about.  
     "Clap your hands, one against the other," the conceited man now directed him.  
     The little prince clapped his hands. The conceited man raised his hat in a modest salute.
     "This is more entertaining than the visit to the king," the little prince said to himself. And he began again to clap his hands, one against the other. The conceited man against raised his hat in salute.  
     After five minutes of this exercise the little prince grew tired of the game‘s monotony.
     "And what should one do to make the hat come down?" he asked.  
     But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.  
     "Do you really admire me very much?" he demanded of the little prince.  
     "What does that mean-- ‘admire‘?"  
     "To admire mean that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed, the richest, and the most intelligent man on this planet."  
     "But you are the only man on your planet!"  
     "Do me this kindness. Admire me just the same."  
     "I admire you," said the little prince, shrugging his shoulders slightly, "but what is there in that to interest you so much?"  
     And the little prince went away.  
     "The grown-ups are certainly very odd," he said to himself, as he continued on his journey.


[ Chapter 12 ]
          - the little prince visits the tippler
     The next planet was inhabited by a tippler. This was a very short visit, but it plunged the little prince into deep dejection.  
     "What are you doing there?" he said to the tippler, whom he found settled down in silence before a collection of empty bottles and also a collection of full bottles.  
     "I am drinking," replied the tippler, with a lugubrious air.  
     "Why are you drinking?" demanded the little prince.  
     "So that I may forget," replied the tippler.  
     "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who already was sorry for him.  
     "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head.  
     "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.  
     "Ashamed of drinking!" The tippler brought his speech to an end, and shut himself up in an impregnable silence.  
     And the little prince went away, puzzled.  
     "The grown-ups are certainly very, very odd," he said to himself, as he continued on his journey.


     "How is it possible for one to own the stars?"  
     "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly.  
     "I don‘t know. To nobody."  
     "Then they belong to me, because I was the first person to think of it."  
     "Is that all that is necessary?"
     "Certainly. When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea before any one else, you take out a patent on it: it is yours. So with me: I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them."
     "Yes, that is true," said the little prince. "And what do you do with them?"  
     "I administer them," replied the businessman. "I count them and recount them. It is difficult. But I am a man who is naturally interested in matters of consequence."
     The little prince was still not satisfied.  
     "If I owned a silk scarf," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from heaven..."  
     "No. But I can put them in the bank."  
     "Whatever does that mean?"  
     "That means that I write the number of my stars on a little paper. And then I put this paper in a drawer and lock it with a key."  
     "And that is all?"  
     "That is enough," said the businessman.
     "It is entertaining," thought the little prince. "It is rather poetic. But it is of no great consequence."  
     On matters of consequence, the little prince had ideas which were very different from those of the grown-ups.  
     "I myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman, "which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (for I also clean out the one that is extinct; one never knows). It is of some use to my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no use to the stars..."  
     The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer. And the little prince went away.  
     "The grown-ups are certainly altogether extraordinary," he said simply, talking to himself as he continued on his journey.


[ Chapter 14 ]
          - the little prince visits the lamplighter
     The fifth planet was very strange. It was the smallest of all. There was just enough room on it for a street lamp and a lamplighter. The little prince was not able to reach any explanation of the use of a street lamp and a lamplighter, somewhere in the heavens, on a planet which had no people, and not one house. But he said to himself, nevertheless:  
     "It may well be that this man is absurd. But he is not so absurd as the king, the conceited man, the businessman, and the tippler. For at least his work has some meaning. When he lights his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower. When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beautiful occupation. And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful."  
     When he arrived on the planet he respectfully saluted the lamplighter.  
     "Good morning. Why have you just put out your lamp?"  
     "Those are the orders," replied the lamplighter. "Good morning."
     "What are the orders?"  
     "The orders are that I put out my lamp. Good evening."  
     And he lighted his lamp again.  
     "But why have you just lighted it again?"  
     "Those are the orders," replied the lamplighter.  
     "I do not understand," said the little prince.  
     "There is nothing to understand," said the lamplighter. "Orders are orders. Good morning."  
     And he put out his lamp.  
     Then he mopped his forehead with a handkerchief decorated with red squares.  
     "I follow a terrible profession. In the old days it was reasonable. I put the lamp out in the morning, and in the evening I lighted it again. I had the rest of the day for relaxation and the rest of the night for sleep."  
     "And the orders have been changed since that time?"  
     "The orders have not been changed," said the lamplighter. "That is the tragedy! From year to year the planet has turned more rapidly and the orders have not been changed!"  
     "Then what?" asked the little prince.  
     "Then-- the planet now makes a complete turn every minute, and I no longer have a single second for repose. Once every minute I have to light my lamp and put it out!"  
     "That is very funny! A day lasts only one minute, here where you live!"  
     "It is not funny at all!" said the lamplighter. "While we have been talking together a month has gone by."