Library Moral allegory and spiritual autobiography, The Little Prince is the most translated book in the French language. With a timeless charm it tells the story of a little boy who leaves the safety of his own tiny planet to travel the universe, learning the vagaries of adult behaviour through a series of extraordinary encounters. His personal odyssey culminates in a voyage to Earth and further adventures. Reading The Little Prince was such a strange experience.
He went back to his home planet and that stupid rose. Later that night, I quietly reread the book and the sad truth clicked, and so did the belated thought that for all the gentle berating of adults in it, this strange and beautiful book was written by one of them and definitely for them, and not for me, and by luring me in with the beautiful pictures it pushed me just a bit further on the inevitable road to adulthood.
Or so I see now. And that finally made me cry. And then I went back to the simple security of childhood. Then I grew up, inevitably, like most of us do.
I learned the painful understanding of why certain vain but naive roses can hold such sad power over our hearts. I learned the comfort and longing of nostalgia, the fear of the crushing burden of loneliness, the understanding of fragile beauty of the world that can be so easily taken away at any moment.
I became a grown-up, and I have to learn to reconcile my inner child with my outer age. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. I sigh and tear up, and try to resist the urge to pick up the golden-haired child that never stopped until he got answers to his questions and carry him away into safety.
Because if I do so, there will never be billion bells in the stars, and we will never wonder whether the rose is still alive - and it needs to be, because we are responsible for those we have tamed.
I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed. Because they have met their Roses, and Foxes, and drank from a well with a rusty handle in the desert, and learned that a few thorns may not stand against the claws of a tiger. Unlike the Little Prince, they can no longer go back - but they can look at the night starry sky and laugh, and imagine that they hear an answering clear laughter.
But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through t he walls of boxes.
Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.The Little Prince isn't ineffective -- in fact, it's quite moving; it's just not as awe-inspiring as it could have been.
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I was attracted towards this version because it said it's Katherine Wood's translation which is better than Howard's translation (Blue Cover). Being the Little Prince’s property and totally depending on him, she behaves as if she is a master, and the Prince should please her.
The Rose claims to be absolutely unique and the most beautiful ever, so everyone must adore her peculiarity. T o all appearances The Little Prince is a children’s book.
But ever since its original publication in French in , Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s story has enchanted audiences of all ages. Critics Consensus: Beautifully animated and faithful to the spirit of its classic source material, The Little Prince is a family-friendly treat that anchors thrilling visuals with a satisfying story%.