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.

XIX

The little prince ascended a high mountain. The only mountains he had ever known were the three volcanoes that came to his knee. And he used the extinct volcano as a stool. "From a mountain high like this," he said to himself, "I shall suddenly see the whole planet and all the men." But he perceived nothing but sharp needles of rock.

"Good morning," he said at random.