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“我甚么也不以为！我是随便答复你的。我可有端庄事要做！”

“那么刺有甚么用呢？”

“噢！”

“你说话就和那些大人一样！”

"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!"

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.

但是他沉默了一会儿以后，怀着不满的表情冲我说：“我不信！花是强大的、浑厚的，它们老是设法庇护本身，觉得有了刺便能够显出本身的短长……”

"A mushroom!"

他实在恼火。他甩动脑袋，金黄色的头发随风颤抖着。

"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"