Tuesday, October 18, 2005

The Little Prince - Le Petit Prince

I start to read The Little Prince again after leaving it on the book shelf for many years. As I am growing older, I found I like this world famous book more and more....

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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - The Little Prince

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Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.




In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."


I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:





I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.


But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"


My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:




The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.


So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.

Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say: "That is a hat."
Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

1 Comments:

At 6:50 PM, Blogger indecible said...

À propos du Petit Prince, on peut lire un récit au livre (en espagnol) Este Sol de la Infancia (écrit par Saiz de Marco). Son titre est «Ce n´est pas un mot ».

CE N´ EST PAS UN MOT

Ce matin j´ai rentré au temps, cours de franÇais, treize ans, quand Marie dit « Nous allons lire Le Petit Prince ». C´est un livre étrange, avec d´ émotions connues qu´ on ne peut pas exprimer. Chaque jour deux pages, mais maintenant c´ est impossible de s´ arrêter. J´ai besoin de le lire entier, donc je cherche au dictionnaire les mots que j´ ignore. Cependant « baobab » n´apparait pas. Je demande à Marie et elle me dit « ce n´est pas un mot franÇais, c´ est un arbre africain ».

C´ est à cause des baobabs que le Petit Prince est venu à la Terre. Il avait besoin d´ un agneau qui mangeait les burgeons de baobabs, avant qu´ ils grandissaient et faisaient éclater son petit astre.

Ce matin nous avons fait l´ essai. Ces mignons s´ alertent entre eux quand ils voient un prédateur. Si celui qui attaque est un aigle, ils font un son pour que leurs compagnons se cachent aux arbustes ; si celui qui vient est un félin, ils font un son different por leur dire qu´ ils doivent grimper à un arbre. Quelques zoologistes appelons « proto-mots » à ces sons. Et ce matin, quand le mignon était près de notre poste d´ observation, je l´ ai écouté. Quand il a vu qu´ une lionne s´ approchait, il a ouvert ses lèvres et a dit clairement « baobab ».

 

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