普特英語大禮包-小王子

[Chapter7-thenarratorlearnsaboutthesecretofthelittleprince‘sOnthefifthday--again,asalways,itwasthankstothesheep--thesecretofthelittleprince‘slifewasrevealedtome.Abruptly,withoutanythingtoleaduptoit,andasifthequestionhadbeenbornoflongandsilentmeditationonhisproblem,he"Asheep--ifiteatslittlebushes,doesiteatflowers,too?""Asheep,"Ianswered,"eatsanythingitfindsinitsreach.""Evenflowersthathavethorns?""Yes,evenflowersthathavethorns.""Thenthethorns--whatuseareIdidnotknow.AtthatmomentIwasverybusytryingtounscrewaboltthathadgotstuckinmyengine.Iwasverymuchworried,foritwas ingcleartomethatthebreakdownofmyplanewasextremelyserious.AndIhadsolittledrinking-waterleftthatIhadtofearfortheworst."Thethorns--whatuseareThelittleprinceneverletgoofaquestion,oncehehadaskedit.Asforme,Iwasupsetoverthatbolt.AndIansweredwiththefirstthingthatcameintomyhead:"Thethornsareofnouseatall.Flowershavethornsjustforspite!"Therewasamomentofcompletesilence.Thenthelittleprinceflashedbackatme,withakindofresentfulness:"Idon‘tbelieveyou!Flowersareweakcreatures.Theyarename.Theythemselvesasbesttheycan.TheybelievethattheirthornsareterribleIdidnotanswer.AtthatinstantIwassayingtomyself:"Ifthisboltstillwon‘tturn,Iamgoingtoknockitoutwiththehammer."Againthelittleprincedisturbedmy"Andyouactuallybelievethattheflowers--"Oh,no!"Icried."No,nono!Idon‘tbelieveanything.Iansweredyouwiththefirstthingthatcameintomyhead.Don‘tyousee--IamverybusywithmattersofHestaredatme,thunderstruck."Mattersofconsequence!"Helookedatmethere,withmyhammerinmyhand,myfingersblackwithengine-grease,bendingdownoveranobjectwhichseemedtohimextremelyugly..."Youtalkjustlikethegrown-Thatmademealittleashamed.Buthewenton,relentlessly:"Youmixeverythinguptogether...Youconfuseeverything..."Hewasreallyveryangry.Hetossedhisgoldencurlsinthe"Iknowaplanetwherethereisacertainred-facedgentleman.Hehasneversmelledaflower.Hehasneverlookedatastar.Hehasneverlovedanyone.Heneverdoneanythinginhislifebutaddupfigures.Andalldayhesaysoverandover,justlikeyou:‘Iambusywithmattersofconsequence!‘Andthatmakeshimswellupwithpride.Butheisnotaman--heisamushroom!""A"AThelittleprincewasnowwhitewith"Theflowershavebeengrowingthornsformillionsofyears.Formillionsofyearsthesheephavebeeneatingthemjustthesame.Andisitnotamatterofconsequencetotrytounderstandwhytheflowersgotosomuchtroubletogrowthornswhichareneverofanyusetothem?Isthewarfarebetweenthesheepandtheflowersnotimportant?Isthisnotofmoreconsequencethanafatred-facedgentleman‘ssums?AndifIknow--I,myself--oneflowerwhichisuniqueintheworld,whichgrowsnowherebutonmyplanet,butwhichonelittlesheepcandestroyinasinglebitesomemorning,withoutevennoticingwhatheisng--Oh!Youthinkthatisnotimportant!"Hisfaceturnedfromwhitetoredashe"Ifsomeonelovesaflower,ofwhichjustonesingleblossomgrowsinallthemillionsandmillionsofstars,itisenoughtomakehimhappyjusttolookatthestars.Hecansaytohimself,‘Somewhere,myfloweristhere...‘Butifthesheepeatstheflower,inonemomentallhisstarswillbedarkened...AndyouthinkthatisnotHecouldnotsayanythingmore.HiswordswerechokedbyThenighthadfallen.Ihadletmytoolsdropfrommyhands.Ofwhatmomentnowwasmyhammer,mybolt,orthirst,ordeath?Ononestar,oneplanet,myplanet,theEarth,therewasalittleprincetobecomforted.Itookhiminmyarms,androckedhim.Isaidtohim:"Theflowerthatyouloveisnotindanger.IwilldrawyouamuzzleforyourIwilldrawyouarailingtoputaroundyourflower.Iwill--Ididnotknowwhattosaytohim.Ifeltawkwardandblundering.IdidnotknowhowIcouldreachhim,whereIcouldovertakehimandgoonhandinhandwithhimoncemore.Itissuc