"I am glad," he said, "that you agree with my fox."
　　As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my
arms and set out walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred.
It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure. It seemed
to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth. In the moonlight
I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled
in the wind, and I said to myself: "What I see here is nothing but a shell. What
is most important is invisible..."
　　As his lips opened slightly with the suspicious of a half-smile, I said to