“它碰到甚么吃甚么。”
小王子气得神采发白。
他瞅着我手拿锤子，手指沾满了油污，伏在一个在他看来丑不成言的机件上。
“那么刺有甚么用呢？”
但是他沉默了一会儿以后，怀着不满的表情冲我说：“我不信！花是强大的、浑厚的，它们老是设法庇护本身，觉得有了刺便能够显出本身的短长……”
“噢！”
小王子一旦提出了题目，向来不会放过。这颗该死的螺丝使我很恼火，我因而就遵循大脑中的第一反应，随便答复了他一句：“刺甚么用都没有，花儿们的刺只是为了用心伤害别人。”
“那么刺有甚么用呢？”
我没答复。我当时想的是，如果这颗螺丝再和我作对，我就一锤子敲掉它。小王子又来打搅我的思路了：“你却以为花……”
“端庄事？”
The little prince was now white with rage.
"You talk just like the grown-ups!"That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:"You mix everything up together... You confuse everything..."He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.
“是个蘑菇！”
他没法再说下去了，俄然泣不成声。
他惊奇地看着我。
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
泪水的天下是多么奥秘啊！
He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending down over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly...
这话使我有点尴尬。但是他又刻薄无情地持续说道：“你把甚么都混在一起……你把统统都搅散了。”
他实在恼火。他甩动脑袋，金黄色的头发随风颤抖着。
“有刺的也吃。”
“连有刺的花也吃吗？”
“是个甚么？”
“你说话就和那些大人一样！”
第五天，还是托绵羊的福，我揭开了小王子糊口的奥妙。俄然，没有任何征象，就仿佛题目是来自长时候悄悄地对他本身题目的冥想，他向我发问：“一只绵羊，如果它如果吃小灌木，它也要吃花吗？”
他的脸变红了，接着说道：
Chapter 7
“我甚么也不以为！我是随便答复你的。我可有端庄事要做！”
"I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: ‘I am busy with matters of consequence!‘ And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man― he is a mushroom!""A what"