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The second planet was inhabited by a conceited man.
"Ah!
Ah! I am about to receive a visit from an admirer!" he exclaimed
from afar, when he first saw the little prince coming. For, to
conceited men, all other men are admirers.
"Good
morning," said the little prince. "That is a queer hat you are
wearing."
"It
is a hat for salutes," the conceited man replied. "It is to raise
in salute when people acclaim me. Unfortunately, nobody at all
ever passes this way."
"Yes?"
said the little prince, who did not understand what the conceited
man was talking about.
"Clap
your hands, one against the other," the conceited man now directed
him. The little prince clapped his hands. The conceited man raised
his hat in a modest salute. "This is more entertaining than the
visit to the king," the little prince said to himself. And he
began again to clap his hands, one against the other. The conceited
man against raised his hat in salute. After five minutes of this
exercise the little prince grew tired of the game's monotony.
"And what should one do to make the hat come down?" he asked.
But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never
hear anything but praise.
"Do
you really admire me very much?" he demanded of the little prince.
"What does that mean, 'admire'?"
"To
admire means that you regard me as the handsomest, the best-dressed,
the richest, and the most intelligent man on this planet." "But
you are the only man on your planet!" "Do me this kindness. Admire
me just the same."
"I
admire you," said the little prince, shrugging his shoulders slightly,
"but what is there in that to interest you so much?"
And
the little prince went away. "The grown-ups are certainly very
odd," he said to himself, as he continued on his journey.
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