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 . . ."
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all creatures have come here from s.where close to them & I think the sheer fact is that creatures r near to each other to reach a same destination !!
GO ON !
You are completely right . It's laughable when we are thinking about flying with a huge heavy equipment whereas we are carrying flight potency in our nature. We are thinking to flight merely as movement over the surface but rarely think about our minds and our hearts as very skillful fliers who can fly beyond the places,times and dimensions. It reminds me a very nice thing in " Fruits of the Earth" one of the most famous books which has written by Andre Gide an French writer : "I wish you are able to find importance of the things in your eyes not in the things you are looking at ".
mayumi garcia said:
I laughed in the scene where the pilot/narrator was trying to be boastful of his plane, very proud to make the boy know that he can flies...but the boy just laughed at him because for the boy, yeah ,he knows to fly but then he dropped the plane..Because of that made him irritated though the boy didn't know that he was hurting his ego because of his innocent laughters..
In the last chapter, I like very much the word " deep autopsy" of yours..And yeah this story is very deep in meaning..As if every scene has a "hidden thoughts" you have to dig in first in a microscopic level before you could ever give your opinion about it...
Thank you so much for bringing this very interesting a story..and may I know how many chapters it has?