Little Prince is still one of my favorite books of all time. Whenever I read it, it doesn't matter which state I'm in, I'm always filled with ease and comfort. It's incredible how you can learn so much about life from a children's book. And this, Chapter 21, is one of my favorite chapters:
It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good
morning," said the fox.
"Good
morning," the little prince responded 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," said the fox.
"Come
and play with me," proposed the little 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'?"
"You
do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking
for?"
"I
am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--
'tame'?"
"Men,"
said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They
also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for
chickens?"
"No,"
said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. 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, on 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 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 that she has tamed me..."
"It is
possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of
things."
"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!"
said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"
"Yes."
"Are there hunters on this planet?"
"No."
"Ah, that is interesting! Are there
chickens?"
"No."
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the
fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," the
fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike,
and all the 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 look: 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 color of gold. Think how
wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also 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!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little
prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and
a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that
one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand
anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop
anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If
you want a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame you?"
asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied
the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like
that-- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you
will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a
little closer to me, every day..."
The next day the little prince came back.
"It
would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox.
"If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three
o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour
advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall
show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know
at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the
proper rites..."
"What
is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those
also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what
make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a
rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village
girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the
vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like
every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of
his departure drew near--
"Ah,"
said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It
is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any
sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes,
that is so," said the fox.
"But
now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes,
that is so," said the fox.
"Then
it has done you no good at all!"
"It
has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat
fields." And then he added:
"Go
and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in
all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a
present of a secret."
The little prince went
away, to look again at the roses.
"You
are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No
one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first
knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have
made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."
And
the roses were very much embarrassed.
"You
are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for
you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like
you-- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important
than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have
watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is
she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have
killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become
butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or
boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.
And he went back to meet the fox.
"Goodbye,"
he said.
"Goodbye,"
said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only
with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the
eye."
"What
is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that
he would be sure to remember.
"It
is the time you have spent for your rose that makes your rose so
important."
"It
is the time I have spent for my rose--" said the little prince, so that
he would be sure to remember.
"Men
have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget
it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are
responsible for your rose..."
"I
am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would
be sure to remember.