| lpp_1943.290 |
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On the fifth day -- again , as always , it was thanks to the sheep -- the secret of the little prince 's life was revealed to me . |
| lpp_1943.291 |
English |
Abruptly , without anything to lead up to it , and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem , he demanded : " A sheep -- if it eats little bushes , does it eat flowers , too ? " |
| lpp_1943.292 |
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" A sheep , " |
| lpp_1943.293 |
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I answered , " eats anything it finds in its reach . " |
| lpp_1943.294 |
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" Even flowers that have thorns ? " |
| lpp_1943.295 |
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" Yes , even flowers that have thorns . " |
| lpp_1943.296 |
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" Then the thorns -- what use are they ? " |
| lpp_1943.297 |
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I did not know . |
| lpp_1943.298 |
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At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine . |
| lpp_1943.299 |
English |
I was very much worried , for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious . |