听书 | The Little Prince（小王子）- 04
《小王子》是法国作家安托万·德·圣·埃克苏佩里（Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ）于1942年写成的著名儿童文学短篇小说。本书的主人公是来自外星球的小王子。
书中以一位飞行员作为故事叙述者，讲述了小王子从自己星球出发前往地球的过程中，所经历的各种历险。作者以小王子的孩子式的眼光，透视出成人的空虚、盲目，愚妄和死板教条，用浅显天真的语言写出了人类的孤独寂寞、没有根基随风流浪的命运。同时，也表达出作者对金钱关系的批判，对真善美的讴歌。
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry （《小王子》作者）
圣埃克苏佩里（1900-1944），法国作家。他是法国最早的一代飞行员之一。1940年流亡美国，侨居纽约，埋头文学创作。1943年参加盟军在北非的抗战。1944年他在执行第八次飞行侦察任务时失踪。其作品主要描述飞行员生活，代表作有小说《夜航》，散文集《人类的大地》《空军飞行员》，童话《小王子》等。
Peter Ustinov（英）（《小王子》朗读者）
Peter Ustinov（英），生于英国伦敦，著名演员、导演。中国观众最为熟知的角色为《尼罗河惨案》《阳光下的罪恶》等电影里那位穿着白西装形象可爱，绅士又不失幽默的大侦探波洛。
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朗读 Peter Ustinov【英】 | 译者：周克希
I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house!
But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to the great planets-- such as the Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Venus-- to which we have given names, there are also hundreds of others, some of which are so small that one has a hard time seeing them through the telescope. When an astronomer discovers one of these he does not give it a name, but only a number. He might call it, for example, "Asteroid 325."
I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B-612.
This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer, in 1909.
On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe what he said.
Grown-ups are like that...
Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his report.
If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: "I saw a house that cost $20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that is!"
Just so, you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612," then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions. They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people.
But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference. I should have liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have like to say: "Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than himself, and who had need of a sheep..."
To those who understand life, that would have given a much greater air of truth to my story.
For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures...
It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils. It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside, since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors, too, in the littl e prince's height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling.
In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through t he walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.
我由此知道了另一件很重要的事情：他居住的星球比一座房子大不了多少！
这并没让我感到很吃惊。我知道，除了像地球、木星、火星、金星这些取了名字的大星球，还有成千上万的星球，它们有时候非常非常小，用望远镜都不大看得见。天文学家找到其中的一个星球，给它编一个号码就算名字了。比如说，他把它叫作“3251号小行星”。
我有很可靠的理由，足以相信小王子原先住的那个星球，就是B612号小行星。这颗小行星只在1909年被人用望远镜望见过一次，那人是一个土耳其天文学家。
当时，他在一次国际天文学大会上作了长篇论证。可是就为了他的服装的缘故，谁也不信他的话。大人哪，就是这样。
幸好，有一个土耳其独裁者下令，全国百姓都要穿欧洲的服装，违令者处死，这一下B612号小行星的名声总算保全了。那个天文学家在1920年重新作报告，穿着一套非常体面的西装。这一回所有的人都同意了他的观点。
我之所以要跟你们一五一十地介绍B612号小行星，还把它的编号也讲得明明白白，完全是为了大人。那些大人就喜欢数字。你跟他们讲起一个新朋友，他们总爱问些无关紧要的问题。他们不会问你：“他说话的声音是怎样的？他喜欢玩哪些游戏？他是不是收集蝴蝶标本？”他们问的是：“他几岁？有几个兄弟？他有多重？他父亲挣多少钱？”这样问过以后，他们就以为了解他了。你要是对大人说：“我看见一幢漂亮的房子，红砖墙，窗前种着天竺葵，屋顶上停着鸽子……”他们想象不出这幢房子是怎样的。你得这么跟他们说：“我看见一幢十万法郎的房子。”他们马上会大声嚷嚷：“多漂亮的房子！”
所以，如果你对他们说：“小王子是存在的，证据就是他那么可爱，他格格地笑，他还想要一只绵羊。一个人想要有只绵羊，这就是他存在的证据嘛，”他们会耸耸肩膀，只当你还是个孩子！可要是你对他们说：“他来自B612号小行星，”他们就会深信不疑，不再问这问那地烦你了。他们就是这样。不必怪他们。孩子应该对大人多多原谅才是。
不过，当然，我们懂得生活，我们才不把数字放在眼里呢！我真愿意像讲童话那样来开始讲这个故事。我真想这样说：
“从前呀，有一个小王子，住在一个跟他身体差不多大的星球上，他想有个朋友……”对那些懂得生活的人来说，这样听上去会真实得多。
我不想人家轻率地来读我这本书。我讲述这段往事时，心情是很难过的。我的朋友带着他的绵羊已经离去六年了。我之所以在这儿细细地描述他，就是为了不要忘记他。忘记朋友是件令人伤心的事情。并不是人人都有过一个朋友的。再说，我早晚也会变得像那些只关心数字的大人一样的。也正是为了这个缘故，我买了一盒颜料和一些铅笔。到了我这年纪再重握画笔，是挺费劲的，况且当初我只画过剖开的和没剖开的蟒蛇，还是六岁那年！当然，我一定要尽力把它们画得像一些。但做不做得到，我可说不准。有时这一张还行，那一张就不大像了。比如说，身材我就有点记不准确了。这一张里小王子画得太高了。那一张呢太矮了。衣服的颜色也挺让我犯难。我只好信手拿起色笔这儿试一下，那儿试一下。
到头来，有些最要紧的细部，说不定都弄错了。不过这一切，大家都得原谅我才是。我的朋友从来不跟我解释什么。他大概以为我是跟他一样的。可是，很遗憾，我已经瞧不见箱子里面的绵羊了。我也许已经有点像那些大人了。我一定是老了。