Chapter 12

The next planet was inhabited by a

tippler buveur
bebedor

. This was a very short visit, but it

plunged plongea
hundió

the little prince into deep

dejection mélancolie
melancolía

.

"What are you doing there?" he said to the tippler, whom he found settled down in silence before a collection of empty bottles and also a collection of full bottles.

"I am drinking," replied the tippler, with a lugubrious air.

"Why are you drinking?" demanded the little prince.

"

So that I may forget pour oublier
para olvidar

," replied the tippler.

"Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who already was sorry for him.

"Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head.

"Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.

"Ashamed of drinking!" The tippler brought his speech to an end, and shut himself up in an impregnable silence.

And the little prince went away,

puzzled perplexe
perplejo

. "The grown-ups are certainly very, very odd," he said to himself, as he continued on his journey.

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