After that, the little prince climbed a high mountain. The only mountains he had
ever known were the three volcanoes, which came up to his knees. And he used
the extinct volcano as a footstool. "From a mountain as high as this one," he said
to himself, "I shall be able to see the whole planet at one glance, and all the
people..."
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But he saw nothing, save peaks of rock that were sharpened like needles.
"Good morning," he said courteously.
"Good morning−−Good morning−−Good morning," answered the echo.
"Who are you?" said the little prince.
"Who are you−−Who are you−−Who are you?" answered the echo.
"Be my friends. I am all alone," he said.
"I am all alone−−all alone−−all alone," answered the echo.
"What a queer planet!" he thought. "It is altogether dry, and altogether pointed,
and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They
repeat whatever one says to them... On my planet I had a flower; she always was
the first to speak..."
