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Aug. 8th, 2006 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
happybatIt was then that the fox appeared.
“Good morning,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince replied politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
“I am right here,” the voice said, under the apple tree.
“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”
“I am a fox,” the fox said.
“Come and play with me,” proposed the prince. “I am so unhappy.”
“I cannot play with you,” the fox said. “I am not tamed.”
“Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince. But, after some thought, he added:
“What does that mean – tame?”
“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. “It means to establish ties.”
“’To establish ties’?”
“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys, And I have no need of you, And you, for your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you will tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…”
“I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince “There is a flower… I think she has tamed me…”
“Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox. “My life is very monotonous. I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others, Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then loook: you see the grain fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…”
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
“Please, tame me!”
“Good morning,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince replied politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
“I am right here,” the voice said, under the apple tree.
“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”
“I am a fox,” the fox said.
“Come and play with me,” proposed the prince. “I am so unhappy.”
“I cannot play with you,” the fox said. “I am not tamed.”
“Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince. But, after some thought, he added:
“What does that mean – tame?”
“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. “It means to establish ties.”
“’To establish ties’?”
“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys, And I have no need of you, And you, for your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you will tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…”
“I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince “There is a flower… I think she has tamed me…”
“Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox. “My life is very monotonous. I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others, Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then loook: you see the grain fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…”
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
“Please, tame me!”
