Chapter 13
The fourth
planet belonged to a businessman. This man was so much occupied that he did not
even raise his head at the little prince's arrival.
"Good
morning," the little prince said to him. "Your cigarette has gone
out."
"Three
and two make five. Five and seven make twelve. Twelve and three make fifteen.
Good morning. FIfteen and seven make twenty-two. Twenty-two and six make
twenty-eight. I haven't time to light it again. Twenty-six and five make
thirty-one. Then that makes five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-
twenty-two-thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one."
"Five
hundred million what?" asked the little prince.
"Eh?
Are you still there? Five-hundred-and-one million--I can't stop... I have so
much to do! I am concerned with matters of consequence. I don't amuse myself
with . Two and five make seven…"
"Five-hundred-and-one
million what?" repeated the little prince, who never in his life had let
go of a question once he had asked it.
The
businessman raised his head.
"During
the fifty-four years that I have inhabited this planet, I have been disturbed
only three times. The first time was twenty-two years ago, when some fell from goodness knows where. He made the most frightful noise that
resounded all over the place, and I made four mistakes in my addition. The
second time, eleven years ago, I was disturbed by an attack of rheumatism. I
don't get enough exercise. I have no time for . The third time--well,
I was saying, then, five-hundred-and-one millions-- "
"Millions
of what?"
The
businessman suddenly realized that there was no hope of being left in peace
until he answered this question.
"Millions
of those little objects," he said, "which one sometimes sees in the
sky." "Flies?" "Oh, no. Little objects."
"?"
"Oh,
no. Little golden objects that set lazy men to . , I am
concerned with matters of consequence. There is no time for idle dreaming in my
life."
"Ah!
You mean the stars?"
"Yes,
that's it. The stars."
"And
what do you do with five-hundred millions of stars?"
"Five-hundred-and-one
million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one. I am
concerned with matters of consequence: I am ."
"And
what do you do with these stars?" "What do I do with them?"
"Yes." "Nothing. I own them."
"You
own the stars?" "Yes." "But I have already seen a king
who--" "Kings do not own, they reign over. It is a very
different matter." "And what good does it do you to own the
stars?" "It does me the good of making me rich." "And what
good does it do you to be rich?" "It makes it possible for me to buy
more stars, if any are discovered." "This man," the little
prince said to himself, "reasons a little like my poor tippler…"
Nevertheless,
he still had some more questions. "How is it possible for one to own the
stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman ,
. "I don't know. To nobody." "Then they belong to me,
because I was the first person to think of it." "Is that all that is
necessary?"
"Certainly.
When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you discover
an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea before any
one else, you take out a patent on it: it is yours. So with me: I own the
stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them."
"Yes,
that is true," said the little prince. "And what do you do with
them?"
"I
administer them," replied the businessman. "I count them and recount
them. It is difficult. But I am a man who is naturally interested in matters of
consequence."
The little
prince was still not satisfied.
"If I
owned a ," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take
it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could that flower and take it
away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from heaven…"
"No.
But I can put them in the bank." "Whatever does that mean?"
"That
means that I write the number of my stars on a little paper. And then I put
this paper in a and lock it with a key."
"And
that is all?"
"That
is enough," said the businessman.
"It is
entertaining," thought the little prince. "It is rather poetic. But
it is of no great consequence."
On matters
of consequence, the little prince had ideas which were very different from
those of the grown- ups.
"I
myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman,
"which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every
week (for I also clean out the one that is extinct; one never knows). my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them.
But you are of no use to the stars…"
The
businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer. And the
little prince went away.
"The
grown-ups are certainly altogether extraordinary," he said simply, talking
to himself as he continued on his journey.
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