Chapter 18

The little prince crossed the desert and met with only one flower. It was a flower with three petals, a flower

of no account at all de rien du tout
insignificante

.

"Good morning," said the little prince. "Good morning," said the flower. "Where are the men?" the little prince asked, politely. The flower had once seen a caravan passing.

"Men?" she echoed. "I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind

blows them away les emporte
les lleva

. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult."

"Goodbye," said the little prince. "Goodbye," said the flower.

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