"Men," said the little prince, "set out on their way in express trains,
but they do not know what they are looking for.
Then they rush about, and get excited, and turn round and round..."
　　And he added:
　　"It is not worth the trouble..."
　　The well that we had come to was not like the wells of the Sahara. The wells
of the Sahara are mere holes dug in the sand. This one was like a well in a village.
But there was no village here, and I thought I must be dreaming...
　　"It is strange," I said to the little prince. "Everything is ready for use: the pulley,
the bucket, the rope..."
　　He laughed, touched the rope, and set the pulley to working. And the pulley moaned,
like an old weathervane which the wind has long since forgotten.