THE SERIALIZED NOVEL
The Little Prince
There was a garden, all a-bloom with roses.
"Good morning," said the roses. The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.
And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!... And he lay down in the grass and cried.
It was then that the fox appeared.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
"What does that mean - 'tame'?", asked the little prince.
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."
" 'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," siad the fox. "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..."
"I am beginning to understand," said the little price. "There is a flower ... I think that she has tamed me..."
"Go and look again at the roses," said the fox. "You will understand now, that yours is unique in all the world..."
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."
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 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.
"And now here is my secret, a very simle secret," said the fox. "It is oly with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. It is the time you have wasted to your rose that makes your rose so important. Men have forgotten this truth. 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," said the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY