The first stars tremble as if shimmering in green water. Hours must pass before their glimmer hardens into the frozen glitter of diamonds. I shall have a long wait before i witness the soundless frolic of the shooting stars. In the profound darkness of certain nights i have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens.
My senses of space, of distance, and of direction entirely vanished. When i looked for the ground i sometimes looked down, sometimes up, sometimes left, sometimes right. I thought i was very high up when i would suddenly be thown to earth in a near vertical spin. I thought i was very low to the ground and i was pulled up to 3,000 feet in two minutes by the 500-horsepower motor. It danced, it pushed, it tossed. . . . Ah! La la!
If you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, i shall be unique in all the worldif you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow
It would have been better to come back at the same hour, said the fox. If, for example, you came at four oclock in the afternoon, then at three oclock i shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four oclock, i shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy i am! But if you come at just any time, i shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near-- 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.