The little prince is a fairy tales for abult. The book was written to a grown-up.His name is Leon Werth. Thelanguage in this book is facetious.
The little Prince lived in Asteroid B-612, The little Prince’s was delightful, helanghde and he wangtde a sheep. He had flower, The flower was very beautiful, He loved she very much, sheperfumed his planet and lit up hislife. But the flower was very proud and she liked telling lies,So the little prince, clespite all the good will of his love, had soon come to mistrust her. He had taken seriously certain in consequential remarks and had grown very unhappy. So he decide to leave his planet. He went to the vicinity of Asteroids 325.326.327:328.329 and 330, He meet many strangers. The first one was a king. He thought all men are subjeets.The second planet was inhabited by a very wain man to voin man, other people are admirerrs. The next planet was iahabited by a drunkard. The fourth planet belonged to a businessman, He was very busy, The fifth planet was very strange. It was the smallest of all. There was just enough room for a street lamp and a lamplighter. The planet revolves once a minute. The lamplighter must light his lamp and turn it out once every minute. The sixth planet was ten times bigger than the last. It was in habited by an old gentleman who wrote enormous books. The seventh planet was the earth. The earth is not just another planet. It contains one hundered and eleven kings seven thousand geographers nine hundered thousand businessmen saven and ahalf million drun kards three-hundered eleven million vain-men.
It makes me understand. The grow-ups aways need explanations. The gorw-ups like talk about bridge and golt and politics and neckties. Grow-ups like numbers,too. When you tellthem about a new friend,they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: What does his voice sound like?’ What games does he like best?’ “Does he collect butterflies?” They ask :“How old is he?” “How many blothers does he have?” “How much money does his father make?”
Read the book, I understand some principle. One sees clearly only with the heart, Anything essential is invisible to the eyes. It’s the time you spent on someone that makes somebody so important.
People have stars, but they aren’t the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people they’re nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars they’re problems. For businessman, they were gold. But all those stars are silent stars. We, though, we all have stars like nobady else.