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If I owned a silk scarf, he said, I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from heaven... No. But I can put them in the . Whatever does that mean? That means that I write the number of my stars on a little paper. And then I put this paper in a drawer and lock it with a key. And that is ? That is enough, said the businessman. It is entertaining, thought the little prince. It is rather poetic. But it is of no consequence. On matters of consequence, the little prince had ideas which were very different from those of the grown−ups. I myself own a flower, he continued his conversation with the businessman, which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (for I also clean out the one that is extinct; one ks). It is of some use to my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no use to the stars... The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer. And the little prince went away. The grown−ups are certainly altoher extraordinary, he said simply, talking to himself as he continued on his journey. The fifth planet was very strange. It was the smest of . T was just enough room on it for a street lamp and a lamplighter. The little prince was not able to reach any explanation of the use of a street lamp and a lamplighter, somew in the heavens, on a planet which had no people, and not one house. But he said to himself, theless: It may well be that this man is absurd. But he is not so absurd as the king, the conceited man, the businessman, and the tippler. For at least his work has some meaning. When he lights his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to , or one flower. When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beautiful occupation. And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful. When he arrived on the planet he respectfully saluted the lamplighter. Good morning. Why have you just put out your lamp? Those are the s, replied the lamplighter. Good morning. What are the s? The s are that I put out my lamp. Good evening. And he lighted his lamp again. But why have you just lighted it again? Those are the s, replied the lamplighter. I do not understand, said the little prince. T is nothing to understand, said the lamplighter. s are s. Good morning. And he put out his lamp. Then he mopped his forehead with a handkerchief decorated with red squares. I follow a terrible profession. In the old days it was reasonable. I put the lamp out in the morning, and in the evening I lighted it again. I had the rest of the day for relaxation and the rest of the night for sleep. And the s have been changed since that time? The s have not been changed, said the lamplighter. That is the tragedy! From year to year the planet has turned more rapidly and the s have not been changed! Then what? asked the little prince. Then−− the planet makes a complete turn every minute, and I no longer have a single second for repose. Once every minute I have to light my lamp and put it out! That is very funny! A day lasts one minute, w you live! It is not funny at ! said the lamplighter. While we have been talking toher a month has gone by. A month? Yes, a month. Thirty minutes. Thirty days. Good evening. And he lighted his lamp again. As the little prince watched him, he felt that he loved this lamplighter who was so faithful to his s. He remembered the sunsets which he himself had gone to seek, in other days, merely by pulling up his chair; and he wanted to help his . You k, he said, I can tell you a way you can rest whe you want to... I always want to rest, said the lamplighter. For it is possible for a man to be faithful and lazy at the same time. The little prince went on with his explanation: Your planet is so sm that three strides will take you the way around it. To be always in the sunshine, you need walk along rather slowly. When you want to rest, you will walk−− and the day will last as long as you like. That doesn't do me much good, said the lamplighter. The one thing I love in is to sleep. Then you're unlucky, said the little prince. I am unlucky, said the lamplighter. Good morning. And he put out his lamp. That man, said the little prince to himself, as he continued farther on his journey, that man would be scorned by the others: by the king, by the conceited man, by the tippler, by the businessman. theless he is the one of them who does not seem to me ridiculous. Perhaps that is because he is thinking of something else besides himself. He breathed a sigh of regret, and said to himself, again: That man is the one of them whom I could have made my . But his planet is indeed too sm. T is no room on it for two people... 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