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Chapter nineteen

The little prince climbed a high mountain. The only mountains he had ever known were the three volcanoes, which came up to his knee. And he used the extinct volcano as a footstool.

“From a mountain as high as this one,” he said to himself, “I’ll get a view of the whole planet and all the people on it…” But he saw nothing but rocky peaks as sharp as needles.

“Hello,” he said, just in case.

“Hello” hello” hello” the echo answered.

“Who are you” asked the little prince.

“Who are you, who are you, who are you” the echo answered.

“Let’s be friends; I’m lonely,” he said.

“I’m lonely… I’m lonely… I’m lonely” the echo answered.

“What a peculiar planet” he thought.

“It’s all dry and sharp and hard. And people here have no imagination.

They repeat whatever you say to them. Where I live I had a flower: She always spoke first…”