Chapter 11
"Ah!
Ah! I am about to receive a visit from an admirer!" he exclaimed from
, when he first saw the little prince coming.
For, to
conceited men, all other men are admirers.
"Good
morning," said the little prince. "That is a you are
wearing."
"It is
a hat for salutes," the conceited man replied. "It is to when people acclaim me. Unfortunately, nobody at all ever passes this
way."
"Yes?"
said the little prince, who did not understand what the conceited man was
talking about. "Clap your hands, one against the other," the
conceited man now directed him. The little prince clapped his hands. The
conceited man raised his hat in a modest salute.
"This
is more entertaining than the visit to the king," the little prince said
to himself. And he began again to clap his hands, one against the other. The
conceited man again raised his hat in salute.
After five
minutes of this exercise the little prince grew tired of the game's monotony.
"And what should one do to make the hat come down?" he asked. But the
conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but
. "Do you really admire me very much?" he demanded of the
little prince.
"What
does that mean--'admire'?"
"To
admire means that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed, the
richest, and the most intelligent man on this planet."
"But
you are the only man on your planet!" ". Admire me
."
"I
admire you," said the little prince, his shoulders slightly,
"but what is there in that to interest you so much?"
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