附录三：《小王子》英文版 (第1/2页)

ChapterILittlePrinceTOLEONWERTHIaskchildrentoforgivemefordedicatingthisbooktoagrown-up.Ihaveaseriou*cuse：thisgrown-upisthebestfriendIhaveintheworld.Ihaveanotherexcuse：thisgrown-upcanunderstandseverything,evenbooksforchildren.Ihaveathirdexcuse：helivesinFrancewhereheishungryandcold.Heneedstobecomforted.Ifalltheseexcusearenotenough,thenIwanttodedicatethisbooktothechildwhomthisgrown-uponcewas.Allgrown-upswerechildrenfirst.（Butfewofthemrememberit.）SoIcorrectmydedication：TOLEONWERTHWHENHEWASALITTLEBOYOncewhenIwassixyearsoldIsawamagnifcentpictureinabookaboutthejungle,calledTrueStories，.Itshowedofaboaconstrictorawildbeast.Hereisacopyofthepicture.Inthebookitsaid：“Boaconstrictorsswallowtheirprey,withoutchewing,Afterwardtheyarenolongerabletomove,andtheysleepthroughthesixmonthsoftheirdigestion.
　　
　　“InthosedaysIthoughtalotaboutjungleadventures,andeventuallymanagedtomakemyfirstdrawing,usingacoloredpencile.MydrawingNumberOnelookedlikethis：Ishowedthegrown-up*ymasterpiece,andIaskedthemifmydrawingscaredthem.Theyanswered：“Whybescaredofahat?
　　
　　“Mydrawingwasnotapictureofahat.Itwasapictureofaboaconstrictordigestinganelephant.ThenIdrawtheinsideoftheboaconstrictor,sothegrown-upscouldunderstand.Theyalwaysneedtoexplaintions.MyDrawingNumberTwolookedlikethis：Thegrown-upsadvisemetoputawaymydrawingsofboaconstrictors,insideoroutside,andapplymyselfinsteadtogeography,history,arithmeticandgrammar.ThatiswhyIabandoned,attheageofsix,amagnifcentcareerasaartist.IhadbeendiscourgedbythefailureofmyDrawingNumberOneandmyDrawingNumberTwo.Grown-upsneverunderstandanythingbythemselves,anditi*haustingforchildrentobeprovideexplanationsoverandoveragain.SothenIhavetochooseanothercareer,andlearnedtopilotairplanes.Ihaveflownamosteverywhereintheworld,and,asamatteroffact,geographyhasbeenverybighelptome.IcantellChinafromArizonaatfrstglance.whichisveryusefulifyougetlostduringthenight.SoIhavehad,inthecourseofmylife,lotsofencounterswithlotsofseriouspeople.Ihavespendlotsoftimewithgrown-ups.Ihavesennthematcloserange……whichhasn'tmuchimprovedmyopinionofthem.4WheneverIencounteragrown-upswhoseemdedtomeatallenlightened,IwouledexperimetonhimwithmydrawingNumberOne,whichIhavealwaysanswer，”at'sahat.”ThenIwouldn'ttalkaoutboaconstrictors,orprimevalforests,orstars.Iwouldputmyselfonhislevel.Iwouldtalktohimaboutbridge,andgolf,andpolitics,andneckties.Andmygrown-upwasgladtoknowsuchareasonableperson.ChapterIISoIlivedalone,withoutanyonethatIcouldreallytalkto,untilIhadanaccidentwithmyplaneintheDesertofSahara,sixyearsago.Somethingwasbrokeninmyengine.AndasIhadwithmeneitheramechanicnoranypassengers,Isetmyselftoattemptthediffcultrepairsallalone.Itwasaquestionoflifeordeathforme：Ihadscarcelyenoughdrinkingwaterforeightdays.Thefirstnight,then,Iwenttosleeponthesand,athousandmilesfromanyhumanhabitation.Iwa*oreisolatedthanashipwreckedsailoronaraftinthemiddleoftheocean.SoyoucanimaginemysurprisewhenIwasawakenedatdaybreakbyafunnylittlevoicesaying，
　　
　　“Ifyouplease—drawmeasheep！
　　
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　　“What！
　　
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　　“Drawmeasheep！
　　
　　“Ijumpedtomyfeet,completelythunderstruck.Iblinkedmyeyeshard.Ilookedcarefullyallaroundme.AndIsawamostextraordinary*allperson,whostoodthereexaminingmewithgreatseriousness.Hereyoumayseethebestportraitthat,later,Iwasabletomakeofhim.Butmydrawingiscertainlyverymuchlesscharmingthanit*odel.That,however,isnotmyfault.Thegrown-upsdiscouragedmeinmypainter'scareerwhenIwassixyearsold,andIneverlearnedtodrawanything,exceptboasfromtheoutsideandboasfromtheinside.NowIstaredatthissuddenapparitionwithmyeyesfairlystartingoutofmyheadinastonishment.Remember,Ihadcrashedinthedesertathousandmilesfromanyinhabitedregion.Andyetmylittlemanseemedneithertobestrayinguncertainlyamongthesands,nortobefaintingfromfatigueorhungerorthirstorfear.Nothingabouthimgaveanysuggestionofachildlostinthemiddleofthedesert,athousandmilesfromanyhumanhabitation.WhenatlastIwasabletospeak,Isaidtohim：“But—whatareyoudoinghere?
　　
　　“Andinanswerherepeated,veryslowly,asifhewerespeakingofamatterofgreatconsequence：“Ifyouplease—drawmeasheep……
　　
　　“Whenamysteryistoooverpowering,onedarenotdisobey.Absurdasitmightseemtome,athousandmilesfromanyhumanhabitationandindangerofdeath,Itookoutofmypocketasheetofpaperandmyfountain-pen.ButthenIrememberedhowmystudieshadbeenconcentratedongeography,history,arithmetic,andgrammar,andItoldthelittlechap（alittlecrossly,too）thatIdidnotknowhowtodraw.Heansweredme：“Thatdoesn'tmatter.Drawmeasheep……
　　
　　“ButIhadneverdrawnasheep.SoIdrewforhimoneofthetwopicturesIhaddrawnsooften.Itwasthatoftheboaconstrictorfromtheoutside.AndIwasastoundedtohearthelittlefellowgreetitwith，
　　
　　“No,no,no！Idonotwantanelephantinsideaboaconstrictor.Aboaconstrictorisaverydangerouscreature,andanelephantisverycumbersome.WhereIlive,everythingisvery*all.WhatIneedisasheep.Drawmeasheep.
　　
　　“SothenImadeadrawing.Helookedatitcarefully,thenhesaid：“No.Thissheepisalreadyverysickly.Makemeanother.
　　
　　“SoImadeanotherdrawing.Myfriend*iledgentlyandindulgently.
　　
　　“Youseeyourself，
　　
　　“hesaid，
　　
　　“thatthisisnotasheep.Thisisaram.Ithashorns.
　　
　　“SothenIdidmydrawingoveroncemore.Butitwasrejectedtoo,justliketheothers.
　　
　　“Thisoneistooold.Iwantasheepthatwilllivealongtime.
　　
　　“Bythistimemypatiencewa*hausted,becauseIwasinahurrytostarttakingmyengineapart.SoItossedoffthisdrawing.AndIthrewoutanexplanationwithit.
　　
　　“Thisisonlyhisbox.Thesheepyouaskedforisinside.
　　
　　“Iwasverysurprisedtoseealightbreakoverthefaceofmyyoungjudge：“Thati*actlythewayIwantedit！Doyouthinkthatthissheepwillhavetohaveagreatdealofgrass?
　　
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　　“Why?
　　
　　“
　　
　　“BecausewhereIliveeverythingisvery*all……
　　
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　　“Therewillsurelybeenoughgrassforhim，
　　
　　“Isaid.
　　
　　“Itisavery*allsheepthatIhavegivenyou.
　　
　　“Hebenthisheadoverthedrawing：“Notso*allthat—Look！Hehasgonetosleep……
　　
　　“AndthatishowImadetheacquaintanceofthelittleprince.ChapterⅢIttookmealongtimetolearnwherehecamefrom.Thelittleprince,whoaskedmesomanyquestions,neverseemedtoheartheonesIaskedhim.Itwasthingshesaidquiteatrandomthat,bitbybit,explainedeverything.Forinstance,whenhefrstcaughtsightofmyairplane（Iwon'tdrawmyairplane；thatwouldbemuchtoocomplicatedforme）heasked：“Whatisthatobject?
　　
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　　“Thatisnotanobject.Itfies.Itisanairplane.Iti*yairplane.
　　
　　“AndIwasproudtohavehimlearnthatIcouldfy.Hecriedout,then：“What！Youdroppeddownfromthesky?
　　
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　　“Yes，
　　
　　“Ianswered,modestly.
　　
　　“Oh！Thatisfunny！
　　
　　“Andthelittleprincebrokeintoalovelypealoflaughter,whichirritatedmeverymuch.Ilikemymisfortunestobetakenseriously.Thenheadded：“Soyou,too,comefromthesky！Whichisyourplanet?
　　
　　“AtthatmomentIcaughtagleamoflightintheimpenetrablemysteryofhispresence；andIdemanded,abruptly：“Doyoucomefromanotherplanet?
　　
　　“Buthedidnotreply.Hetossedhisheadgently,withouttakinghiseyesfrommyplane：“Itistruethatonthatyoucan‘thavecomefromveryfaraway……
　　
　　“Andhesankintoareverie,whichlastedalongtime.Then,takingmysheepoutofhispocket,heburiedhimselfinthecontemplationofhistreasure.Youcanimaginehowmycuriositywasarousedbythishalf-confdenceaboutthe
　　
　　“otherplanets.
　　
　　“Imadeagreateffort,therefore,tofndoutmoreonthissubject.
　　
　　“Mylittleman,wheredoyoucomefrom?Whatisthis‘whereIlive，'ofwhichyouspeak?Wheredoyouwanttotakeyoursheep?
　　
　　“Afterarefectivesilenceheanswered：“Thethingthatissogoodabouttheboxyouhavegivenmeisthatatnighthecanuseitashishouse.
　　
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　　“Thatisso.AndifyouaregoodIwillgiveyouastring,too,sothatyoucantiehimduringtheday,andaposttotiehimto.
　　
　　“Butthelittleprinceseemedshockedbythisoffer：“Tiehim！Whataqueeridea！
　　
　　“
　　
　　“Butifyoudon‘ttiehim，
　　
　　“Isaid，
　　
　　“hewillwanderoffsomewhere,andgetlost.
　　
　　“Myfriendbrokeintoanotherpealoflaughter：“Butwheredoyouthinkhewouldgo?
　　
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　　“Anywhere.Straightaheadofhim.
　　
　　“Thenthelittleprincesaid,earnestly：“Thatdoesn‘tmatter.WhereIlive,everythingisso*all！
　　
　　“And,withperhapsahintofsadness,headded：“Straightaheadofhim,nobodycangoveryfar……
　　
　　“ChapterIVIhadthuslearnedasecondfactofgreatimportance：thiswasthattheplanetthelittleprincecamefromwasscarcelyanylargerthanahouse！Butthatdidnotreallysurprisememuch.Iknewverywellthatinadditiontothegreatplanets—suchastheEarth,Jupiter,Mars,Venus—towhichwehavegivennames,therearealsohundredsofothers,someofwhichareso*allthatonehasahardtimeseeingthemthroughthetelescope.Whenanastronomerdiscoversoneofthesehedoesnotgiveitaname,butonlyanumber.Hemightcallit,forexample，
　　
　　“Asteroid325.
　　
　　“IhaveseriousreasontobelievethattheplanetfromwhichthelittleprincecameistheasteroidknownasB-612.Thisasteroidhasonlyoncebeenseenthroughthetelescope.ThatwasbyaTurkishastronomer,in1909.Onmakinghisdiscovery,theastronomerhadpresentedittotheInternationalAstronomicalCongress,inagreatdemonstration.ButhewasinTurkishcostume,andsonobodywouldbelievewhathesaid.Grown-upsarelikethat……Fortunately,however,forthereputationofAsteroidB-612，aTurkishdictatormadealawthathissubjects,underpainofdeath,shouldchangetoEuropeancostume.Soin1920theastronomergavehisdemonstrationalloveragain,dressedwithimpressivestyleandelegance.Andthistimeeverybodyacceptedhisreport.IfIhavetoldyouthesedetailsabouttheasteroid,andmadeanoteofitsnumberforyou,itisonaccountofthegrown-upsandtheirways.Whenyoutellthemthatyouhavemadeanewfriend,theyneveraskyouanyquestionsaboutessentialmatters.Theyneversaytoyou，
　　
　　“Whatdoeshisvoicesoundlike?Whatgamesdoeshelovebest?Doeshecollectbutterfies?
　　
　　“Instead,theydemand：“Howoldishe?Howmanybrothershashe?Howmuchdoesheweigh?Howmuchmoneydoeshisfathermake?
　　
　　“Onlyfromthesefguresdotheythinktheyhavelearnedanythingabouthim.Ifyouweretosaytothegrown-ups：“Isawabeautifulhousemadeofrosybrick,withgeraniumsinthewindowsanddovesontheroof，
　　
　　“theywouldnotbeabletogetanyideaofthathouseatall.Youwouldhavetosaytothem：“Isawahousethatcost$20，000.
　　
　　“Thentheywouldexclaim：“Oh,whataprettyhousethatis！
　　
　　“Justso,youmightsaytothem：“Theproofthatthelittleprinceexistedisthathewascharming,thathelaughed,andthathewaslookingforasheep.Ifanybodywantsasheep,thatisaproofthatheexists.
　　
　　“Andwhatgoodwoulditdototellthemthat?Theywouldshrugtheirshoulders,andtreatyoulikeachild.Butifyousaidtothem：“TheplanethecamefromisAsteroidB-612，
　　
　　“thentheywouldbeconvinced,andleaveyouinpeacefromtheirquestions.Theyarelikethat.Onemustnotholditagainstthem.Childrenshouldalwaysshowgreatforbearancetowardgrown-uppeople.Butcertainly,foruswhounderstandlife,fguresareamatterofindifference.Ishouldhavelikedtobeginthisstoryinthefashionofthefairy-tales.Ishouldhaveliketosay：“Onceuponatimetherewasalittleprincewholivedonaplanetthatwasscarcelyanybiggerthanhimself,andwhohadneedofasheep……
　　
　　“Tothosewhounderstandlife,thatwouldhavegivenamuchgreaterairoftruthtomystory.ForIdonotwantanyonetoreadmybookcarelessly.Ihavesufferedtoomuchgriefinsettingdownthesememories.Sixyearshavealreadypassedsincemyfriendwentawayfromme,withhissheep.IfItrytodescribehimhere,itistomakesurethatIshallnotforgethim.Toforgetafriendissad.Noteveryonehashadafriend.AndifIforgethim,Imaybecomelikethegrown-upswhoarenolongerinterestedinanythingbutfgures……Itisforthatpurpose,again,thatIhaveboughtaboxofpaintsandsomepencils.Itishardtotakeupdrawingagainatmyage,whenIhavenevermadeanypicture*ceptthoseoftheboaconstrictorfromtheoutsideandtheboaconstrictorfromtheinside,sinceIwassix.Ishallcertainlytrytomakemyportraitsastruetolifeaspossible.ButIamnotatallsureofsuccess.Onedrawinggoesalongallright,andanotherhasnoresemblancetoitssubject.Imakesomeerrors,too,inthelittleprince'sheight：inoneplaceheistootallandinanothertooshort.AndIfeelsomedoubtsaboutthecolorofhiscostume.SoIfumblealongasbestIcan,nowgood,nowbad,andIhopegenerallyfair-to-middling.IncertainmoreimportantdetailsIshallmakemistakes,also.Butthatissomethingthatwillnotbemyfault.Myfriendneverexplainedanythingtome.Hethought,perhaps,thatIwaslikehimself.ButI,alas,donotknowhowtoseesheepthroughthewallsofboxes.PerhapsIamalittlelikethegrown-ups.Ihavehadtogrowold.ChapterVAseachdaypassedIwouldlearn,inourtalk,somethingaboutthelittleprince'splanet,hisdeparturefromit,hisjourney.Theinformationwouldcomeveryslowly,asitmightchancetofallfromhisthoughts.ItwasinthiswaythatIheard,onthethirdday,aboutthecatastropheofthebaobabs.Thistime,oncemore,Ihadthesheeptothankforit.Forthelittleprinceaskedmeabruptly—asifseizedbyagravedoubt—
　　
　　

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