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lang giga 50“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

even 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 wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“It is the time I have wasted 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.