XVIII
The little prince crossed the desert and met only a flower. A flower with three petals, a flower of nothing at all ...
"Good morning," said the little prince.
"Good morning," said the flower.
- Where are the men ? The little prince asked politely.
The flower, one day, had seen a caravan pass:
" Men ? There are, I believe, six or seven of them. I saw them years ago. But you never know where to find them. The wind sends them rambling. They lack roots, they are very embarrassed.
"Good-bye," said the little prince.
"Adieu," said the flower.