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Once upon a time, there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was barely larger than he, and who needed a friend.”*
That’s how Antoine de Saint-Exupéry would have liked to begin his story
of the Little Prince. To those who understand life, he says, that sort
of a beginning would have rung far more true than any other. But he doesn’t begin that way. He can’t. For, you see, adults wouldn’t
understand. They wouldn’t understand at all. For them, for the little
prince to be real there must be proof positive. Numerical, preferably.
Asteroid B 612. That’s more like it. Now we get a sense of the man. His
age? Weight? Height? Even better. But the sound of his voice? His
preferred games? Whether he once collected butterflies? Irrelevant and
unimportant considerations that could do little to shed light on the
party in question. more...




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