I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still wont turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little prince disturbed my thoughts.
"You mix everything up together... You confuse everything..."
He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.
He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending down over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly...
His face turned from white to red as he continued:
He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.
“那么刺有什么用呢？”
"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!"
"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no no! I dont believe anything. I answered you with the first thing that came into my head. 九九藏书Dont you see-- I am very busy with matters of consequence!"
“它碰到什么吃什么。”
"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--"
On the fifth day-- again, as always, it was thanks to the sheep-- the secret of the little princes life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:
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.
“我不信！花是弱小的、淳朴的，它们总是设法保护自己，以为有了刺就可以显出自己的厉害……”
"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? 9９lｉb•ｎetIs the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? Is this not of more consequence than a fat red-faced gentlemans sums? And if I know-- I, myself-- one flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doing-- Oh! You think that is not important!"
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“是个蘑菇！”
"A what?"
"I dont believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are na飗e. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons..."
“羊，要是吃小灌木，它也要吃花罗？”
He stared at me, thunderstruck.
"Oh!"
小王子一旦提出了问题，从来不会放过。这个该死的螺丝使我很恼火，我于是就随便回答了他一句：
"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, Somewhere, my flower is there... But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will 九九藏书网be darkened... And you think that is not important!"
“那么刺有什么用呢？”
"The thorns-- what use are they?"
"And you actually believe that the flowers--"
"A mushroom!"
他惊讶地看着我。
小王子当时气得脸色发白。
"A sheep-- if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"
“算了吧，算了吧！我什么也不认为！我是随便回答你的。我可有正经事要做。”
“刺么，什么用都没有，这纯粹是花的恶劣表现。”
I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.
"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite!"
The night had fallen. I had let www.9９ｌib•nｅｔmy 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:
“有刺的也吃！”
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
“噢！”
“你什么都分不清……你把什么都混在一起！”
"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."
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:
