夜幕已经来临。我放动手中的东西。我把锤子、螺钉、饥渴、灭亡全都抛在脑后。在一颗星球上，在一颗行星上，在我的行星上，在地球上有一个小王子需求安抚！我把他抱在怀里。我摇着他，对他说：“你爱的那朵花没有伤害……我会给你的小绵羊画一个口套……我会给你的花画一圈护栏……我会……”
"Matters of consequence!"
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。
"The thorns― what use are they"The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite!""Oh!"
他实在恼火。他甩动脑袋，金黄色的头发随风颤抖着。
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。”
小王子气得神采发白。
“端庄事？”
“我到过一个星球，上面住着一个红脸先生。他向来没闻过一朵花。他向来没有看过一颗星星。他甚么人也没有喜好过。除了算账以外，他甚么也没有做过。他整天同你一样自言自语：‘我有端庄事要做！我是个端庄的人！’这使他傲气实足。但他不是小我，他是个蘑菇！”
There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:"I don’t believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are name. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons..."I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still won’t turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little prince disturbed my thoughts.