July 28, 2012
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, July 1944. Soon after picture was taken, he disapeared over the South of France John Phillips “I am looking for friends. What does that mean — tame?” “It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. “It means to establish ties.” “To establish ties?” “Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But 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 world….” “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.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, July 1944. Soon after picture was taken, he disapeared over the South of France
John Phillips


“I am looking for friends. What does that mean — tame?”

“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. “It means to establish ties.”

“To establish ties?”

“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But 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 world….”

“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.”


― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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