Little Prince

An old, old vid of the Little Prince, sung by Joseph McManners

“The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.”

I replied, “Yes, that is so.” And, without saying anything more, I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.

“The desert is beautiful,” the little prince added.

And that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams . . .

“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well . . .”

I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands. When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was buried there. To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it. But it cast an enchantment over that house. My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heart . . .

“Yes,” I said to the little prince. “The house, the stars, the desert–what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!”

The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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