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"And he took me by the hand. But he was still worrying.
- It was wrong of you to come. You will suffer. I shall look as if I were dead; and that will not be true...
I said nothing.
- You understand... It is too far. I cannot carry this body with me. It is too heavy.
I said nothing.
- But it will be like an old abandoned shell. There is nothing sad about old shells...
I said nothing.

He was a little discouraged. But he made one more effort:
- You know, it will be very nice. I, too, shall look at the stars. All the stars will be wells with a rusty pulley. All the stars will pour out fresh water for me to drink...
I said nothing.
- That will be so amusing! You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water...
And he too said nothing more, because he was crying...
- Here it is. Let me go on by myself"

Ur the Little Prince av Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


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