Chapter 20
But it happened that after walking for a long time through
sand, and rocks, and snow, the little prince at last came upon a
road. And all roads lead to the abodes of men.
“Good morning," he said.
He was standing before a garden, all abloom with roses.
“Good morning," said the roses.
The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his
flower.
“Who are you?" he demanded, thunderstruck.
“We are roses," the roses said.
And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told
him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe
And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single
garden!
“She would be very much annoyed," he said to himself.
"if she should see that.. she would cough most dreadfully, and
she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed
at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her
back to life for if I did not do that, to humble myself also, she
would really allow herself to die.."
Then he went on with his reflections:“I thought that I was
rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I
had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes
that come up to my knees and one of them perhaps extinct
forever... that doesn't make me a very great prince...
And he lay down in the grass and cried.