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2004/02/09 | Fox
类别(Learning) | 评论(3) | 阅读(209) | 发表于 20:38: 今天又把《小王子》看了一遍，还是最喜欢小狐狸的那段：）

就在这当儿，跑来了一只狐狸。
“你好。”狐狸说。
“你好。”小王子很有礼貌地回答道。他转过身来，但什么也没有看到。
“我在这儿，在苹果树下。”那声音说。
“你是谁？”小王子说，“你很漂亮。”
“我是一只狐狸。”狐狸说。
“来和我一起玩吧，”小王子建议道，“我很苦恼…”
“我不能和你一起玩，”狐狸说，“我还没有被驯服呢。”
“啊！真对不起。”小王子说。
思索了一会儿，他又说道：
“什么叫‘驯服’呀？”
“你不是此地人。”狐狸说，“你来寻找什么？”
“我来找人。”小王子说，“什么叫‘驯服’呢？”
“人，”狐狸说，“他们有枪，他们还打猎，这真碍事！他们唯一的可取之处就是他们也养鸡，你是来寻找鸡的吗？”
“不，”小王子说，“我是来找朋友的。什么叫‘驯服’呢？”
“这是已经早就被人遗忘了的事情，”狐狸说，“它的意思就是‘建立联系’。”
“建立联系？”
“一点不错，”狐狸说。“对我来说，你还只是一个小男孩，就像其他千万个小男孩一样。我不需要你。你也同样用不着我。对你来说，我也不过是一只狐狸，和其他千万只狐狸一样。但是，如果你驯服了我，我们就互相不可缺少了。对我来说，你就是世界上唯一的了；我对你来说，也是世界上唯一的了。”
“我有点明白了。”小王子说，“有一朵花…，我想，她把我驯服了…”
“这是可能的。”狐狸说，“世界上什么样的事都可能看到…”
“啊，这不是在地球上的事。”小王子说。
狐狸感到十分蹊跷。
“在另一个星球上？”
“是的。”
“在那个星球上，有猎人吗？”
“没有。”
“这很有意思。那么，有鸡吗？”
“没有。”
“没有十全十美的。”狐狸叹息地说道。
可是，狐狸又把话题拉回来：
“我的生活很单调。我捕捉鸡，而人又捕捉我。所有的鸡全都一样，所有的人也全都一样。因此，我感到有些厌烦了。但是，如果你要是驯服了我，我的生活就一定会是欢快的。我会辨认出一种与众不同的脚步声。其他的脚步声会使我躲到地下去，而你的脚步声就会象音乐一样让我从洞里走出来。再说，你看！你看到那边的麦田没有？我不吃面包，麦子对我来说，一点用也没有。我对麦田无动于衷。而这，真使人扫兴。但是，你有着金黄色的头发。那么，一旦你驯服了我，这就会十分美妙。麦子，是金黄色的，它就会使我想起你。而且，我甚至会喜欢那风吹麦浪的声音…”
狐狸沉默不语，久久地看着小王子。
“请你驯服我吧！”他说。
“我是很愿意的。”小王子回答道，“可我的时间不多了。我还要去寻找朋友，还有许多事物要了解。”
“只有被驯服了的事物，才会被了解。”狐狸说，“人不会再有时间去了解任何东西的。他们总是到商人那里去购买现成的东西。因为世界上还没有购买朋友的商店，所以人也就没有朋友。如果你想要一个朋友，那就驯服我吧！”
“那么应当做些什么呢？”小王子说。
“应当非常耐心。”狐狸回答道，“开始你就这样坐在草丛中，坐得离我稍微远些。我用眼角瞅着你，你什么也不要说。话语是误会的根源。但是，每天，你坐得靠我更近些…”

第二天，小王子又来了。
“最好还是在原来的那个时间来。”狐狸说道，“比如说，你下午四点钟来，那么从三点钟起，我就开始感到幸福。时间越临近，我就越感到幸福。到了四点钟的时候，我就会坐立不安；我就会发现幸福的代价。但是，如果你随便什么时候来，我就不知道在什么时候该准备好我的心情…应当有一定的仪式。”
“仪式是什么？”小王子问道。
“这也是一种早已被人忘却了的事。”狐狸说，“它就是使某一天与其他日子不同，使某一时刻与其他时刻不同。比如说，我的那些猎人就有一种仪式。他们每星期四都和村子里的姑娘们跳舞。于是，星期四就是一个美好的日子！我可以一直散步到葡萄园去。如果猎人们什么时候都跳舞，天天又全都一样，那么我也就没有假日了。”
就这样，小王子驯服了狐狸。当出发的时刻就快要来到时：
“啊！”狐狸说，“我一定会哭的。”
“这是你的过错，”小王子说，“我本来并不想给你任何痛苦，可你却要我驯服你…”
“是这样的。”狐狸说。
“你可就要哭了！”小王子说。
“当然罗。”狐狸说。
“那么你什么好处也没得到。”
“由于麦子颜色的缘故，我还是得到了好处。”狐狸说。
然后，他又接着说。
“再去看看那些玫瑰花吧。你一定会明白，你的那朵是世界上独一无二的玫瑰。你回来和我告别时，我再赠送给你一个秘密。”
于是小王子又去看那些玫瑰。
“你们一点也不象我的那朵玫瑰，你们还什么都不是呢！”小王子对她们说。“没有人驯服过你们，你们也没有驯服过任何人。你们就象我的狐狸过去那样，它那时只是和千万只别的狐狸一样的一只狐狸。但是，我现在已经把它当成了我的朋友，于是它现在就是世界上独一无二的了。”
这时，那些玫瑰花显得十分难堪。
“你们很美，但你们是空虚的。”小王子仍然在对她们说，“没有人能为你们去死。当然罗，我的那朵玫瑰花，一个普通的过路人以为她和你们一样。可是，她单独一朵就比你们全体更重要，因为她是我浇灌的。因为她是我放在花罩中的。因为她是我用屏风保护起来的。因为她身上的毛虫（除了留下两三只为了变蝴蝶而外）是我除灭的。因为我倾听过她的怨艾和自诩，甚至有时我聆听着她的沉默。因为她是我的玫瑰。”
他又回到了狐狸身边。
“再见了。”小王子说道。
“再见。”狐狸说。“喏，这就是我的秘密。很简单：只有用心才能看得清。实质性的东西，用眼睛是看不见的。”
“实质性的东西，用眼睛是看不见的。”小王子重复着这句话，以便能把它记在心间。
“正因为你为你的玫瑰花费了时间，这才使你的玫瑰变得如此重要。”
“正因为你为你的玫瑰花费了时间…”小王子又重复着，要使自己记住这些。
“人们已经忘记了这个道理，”狐狸说，“可是，你不应该忘记它。你现在要对你驯服过的一切负责到底。你要对你的玫瑰负责…”
“我要对我的玫瑰负责…”小王子又重复着……

It was then that the fox appeared.
'Good day,' said the fox.
'Good day,' replied the little prince politely, looking up but unable to see anything.
'Over here,' said the voice, 'under the apple tree.'
'Who are you?' said the little prince. 'You're very pretty.'
'I'm a fox,' said the fox.
'Come and play with me,' suggested the little prince.'I'm terribly sad.'
'I can't play with you,' said the fox. 'I am not tame.'
'Oh! I beg your pardon,' said the little prince.
Then, after a moment's thought, he added:
'What does "tame" mean ?'
'You are not from these parts,' said the fox.'What are you looking for?'
'I'm looking for people. What does "tame" mean ?'
'People,' said the fox, 'they have guns, and they hunt.
It's a great nuisance! They also raise chickens. That is the only interesting thing about them. Are you looking chickens?'
'No,' said the little prince. 'I am looking for friends. What does "tame" mean?'
'Something that is frequently neglected,' said the fox. 'It meam "to create ties".'
'To create ties?'
'Precisely,' said the fox. 'To me, you are still only a small boy, just like a hundred thousand other small boys. And I have no need of you. And you in turn have no need of me.
To you, I'm just a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.
But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you shall be unique in the world. To you, I shall be unique in the world.'
'I'm beginning to understand,' said the little prince. 'I know a flower... I think she must have tamed me...'
'Quite possible,' said the fox. 'On this Earth one sees all manner of things.'
'Oh! But that was not on Earth,' said the little prince.
The fox looked rather intrigued.
'On another planet, then?'
'Yes'
'I see. Are there huntsmen, on this other planet?'
'No'
'How interesting. And chickens?'
'No.'
'Nothing is perfect,' sighed the fox.
But he resumed his train of thought:
'My life is very monotonous. I run after the chickens; the men run after me. All the chickens are the same, and all the men are the same. Consequently, I get a little bored. but if you tame me, my days will be as if filled with sunlight. I shall know a sound of footstep different from all the rest. Other steps make me run to earth. Yours will call me out of my foxhole like music. And besides, look over there! You see the fields of corn ? Well, I don't eat bread. Corn is of no use for me. Corn fields remind me of nothing. Which is sad! On the other hand, your hair is the colour of gold. So think how wonderful it will be when you have tamed me. The corn, which is golden, will remind me you. And I shall come to love the sound of the wind in the field of corn...."
The fox fell silent and looked steadily at the little prince for a long time.
'Please,' he said, 'tame me!'
'I should like to,' replied the little prince, 'but I don't have much time. I have friends to discover and many things to understand.'
'One only ever understands what one tames. People no longer have the time to understand anything. They buy everything ready-made from the shops. but there is no shop where friends can be bought, so people no longer have friends. If you want a friend, tame me!'
'What do I have to do?' said the little prince.
'You have to be very patient,' replied the fox. 'First, you will sit down a short distance away from me, like that, in the grass. I shall watch you out of the corner of my eye and you will say nothing; words are the source of misunderstandings. But each day you may sit a little closer to me.'

The next day the little prince came back.
'It would have been better to come back at the same time of the day,'said the fox. 'For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, when three o'clock strikes I shall begin to feel happy. The closer our time approaches, the happier I shall feel. By four o'clock I shall already be getting agitated and worried; I shall be discovering that happiness has its price! But if you show up at any old time, I'll never know when to start dressing my hearth for you... We all need rituals.'
'What is a ritual?' said the little prince.
'Something else that is frequently neglected,' said the fox.
It's what makes one day different from the other days, one hour different from the other hours. There is a ritual, for example, among my huntsmen. On Thursdays they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a stroll as far as the vineyard. If the huntsmen went dancing at any old time, the days would all be the same, and I should never have a holiday.'
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the time for him to leave was approaching:
'Oh!' said the fox. 'I am going to cry,'
'It's your own fault,' said the little prince. 'I never wished you any harm; but you wanted me to tame you...'
'I know,' said the fox.
'And now you are going to cry!' said the little prince.
'I know,' said the fox.
'So you have gained nothing from it at all!'
'Yes, I have gained something,' said the fox, 'because of the colour of the corn.'
Then he added:
'Go and look at the roses again. You will understand that yours is, after all, unique in the world. Then come back and say goodbye to me; as a present I will tell you a secret.'
The little prince went off to look at the roses again.
'You are nothing like my rose,' he told them. 'As yet you are nothing at all. Nobody has tamed you, and you have tamed nobody. You are as my fox used to be. he was just a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I made him my friend and now he is unique in the world.'
And the roses felt very uncomfortable.
'You are beautiful, but you are empty,' he went on.
'One could not die for you. Of course, an ordinary passer-by would think my rose looked just like you. But in herself she matters more than all of you together, since it is she that I watered; since it is she that I placed under the glass dome; since it is she that I sheltered with the screen; since it is she whose caterpillars I killed (except the two or three we saved up to become butterflies). Since it is she that I listened to, when she complained, or boasted, or when she was simply being silent. Since it is she who is my rose.'
And he went back to the fox:
'Goodbye,' he said.
'Goodbye,' said the fox. 'Now here is my secret, very simply: you can only see things clearly with your heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye.'
'What is essential is invisible to the eye,' repeated the little prince, so as to remember.
'It is the time you have wasted on your rose that makes your rose so important.'
'It is the time I have wasted on my rose...' repeated the little prince, so as to remember.
'People have forgotten this truth,' said the fox. 'But you must not forget. You become responsible, for ever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose.'
'I am responsible for my rose ...' the little prince repeated, so as to remember.

(from: "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - "The little prince meet the fox"); 0

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