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第七章（第3页）

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Oh!"

Therewasamomentofcompletesilence.Thenthelittleprinceflashedbackatme，withakindofresentfulness:"

Idon’tbelieveyou!Flowersareweakcreatures.Theyarename.Theyreassurethemselvesasbesttheycan.Theybelievethattheirthornsareterribleweapons..."

Ididnotanswer.AtthatinstantIwassayingtomyself:"

Ifthisboltstillwon’tturn，Iamgoingtoknockitoutwiththehammer."

Againthelittleprincedisturbedmythoughts.

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Andyouactuallybelievethattheflowers--"

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Oh，no!"

Icried."

No，nono!Idon’tbelieveanything.Iansweredyouwiththefirstthingthatcameintomyhead.Don’tyousee—Iamverybusywithmattersofconsequence!"

Hestaredatme，thunderstruck.

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Mattersofconsequence!"

Helookedatmethere，withmyhammerinmyhand，myfingersblackwithengine-grease，bendingdownoveranobjectwhichseemedtohimextremelyugly...

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Youtalkjustlikethegrown-ups!"

Thatmademealittleashamed.Buthewenton，relentlessly:"

Youmixeverythinguptogether...Youconfuseeverything..."

Hewasreallyveryangry.Hetossedhisgoldencurlsinthebreeze.

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Iknowaplanetwherethereisacertainred-facedgentleman.Hehasneversmelledaflower.Hehasneverlookedatastar.Hehasneverlovedanyone.Hehasneverdoneanythinginhislifebutaddupfigures.Andalldayhesaysoverandover，justlikeyou:‘Iambusywithmattersofconsequence!‘Andthatmakeshimswellupwithpride.Butheisnotaman—heisamushroom!"

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Awhat"

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Amushroom!"

Thelittleprincewasnowwhitewithrage.

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Theflowershavebeengrowingthornsformillionsofyears.Formillionsofyearsthesheephavebeeneatingthemjustthesame.AndisitnotamatterofconsequencetotrytounderstandwhytheflowersgotosomuchtroubletogrowthornswhichareneverofanyusetothemIsthewarfarebetweenthesheepandtheflowersnotimportantIsthisnotofmoreconsequencethanafatred-facedgentleman’ssumsAndifIknow—I，myself—oneflowerwhichisuniqueintheworld，whichgrowsnowherebutonmyplanet，butwhichonelittlesheepcandestroyinasinglebitesomemorning，withoutevennoticingwhatheisdoing—Oh!Youthinkthatisnotimportant!"

Hisfaceturnedfromwhitetoredashecontinued:“Ifsomeonelovesaflower，ofwhichjustonesingleblossomgrowsinallthemillionsandmillionsofstars，itisenoughtomakehimhappyjusttolookatthestars.Hecansaytohimself，’Somewhere，myfloweristhere...’Butifthesheepeatstheflower，inonemomentallhisstarswillbedarkened...Andyouthinkthatisnotimportant!”

Hecouldnotsayanythingmore.Hiswordswerechokedbysobbing.

Thenighthadfallen.Ihadletmytoolsdropfrommyhands.Ofwhatmomentnowwasmyhammer，mybolt，orthirst，ordeathOnonestar，oneplanet，myplanet，theEarth，therewasalittleprincetobecomforted.Itookhiminmyarms，androckedhim.Isaidtohim:"

Theflowerthatyouloveisnotindanger.Iwilldrawyouamuzzleforyoursheep.Iwilldrawyouarailingtoputaroundyourflower.Iwill—"

Ididnotknowwhattosaytohim.Ifeltawkwardandblundering.IdidnotknowhowIcouldreachhim，whereIcouldovertakehimandgoonhandinhandwithhimoncemore.

Itissuchasecretplace，thelandoftears.