} The Little Prince

The next planet was inhabited by a drinker. This visit was very short, but it plunged the little prince into a deep melancholy.

'What are you doing there?' he said to the drinker, whom he found settled silently before a collection of empty bottles and a collection of full bottles.

'I'm drinking,' said the drinker, with a mournful air.

'Why are you drinking?' asked the little prince.

'To forget,' replied the drinker.

'To forget what?' enquired the little prince, who was already starting to feel sorry for him.

'To forget that I'm ashamed,' confessed the drinker, hanging his head.

'Ashamed of what?' persisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.

'Ashamed of drinking!' concluded the drinker, retreating into permanent silence.

And the little prince went away, perplexed.

~ The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exup�ry

2004-01-27, 8:56 p.m..
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