L'astéroïde B 612
So let's develop this child. Let's hold her for warmth and security. Let's talk to her when she babbles, and teach her that she's communicating. And we'll congratulate her when she does something good, and nudge her along when she's about to do something good, but doesn't know it. And we'll do the things that we should do to develop her, like get her to follow our finger with her eyes, and sing and play. And we have read to her, various little bits of nothing, but there comes a time when we have to start infusing her with culture, a time when we have to read to her the stories that span the globe and that generations before have read. And what better place to start the Education of Margo LaDouce, la petite princesse, than with Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's Le petit prince.
Maybe generations is a bit strong, having only been published in 1943, but no book has played as strong a role in the lives of francophones across the globe... well, in the Northern Hemisphere, at least, as Le petit prince. I was proud to start her on her literary journey with such a classic.
I read her the first three chapters. The narrator, having had his artistic career shot down at the age of 6, because no one could figure out that he had actually drawn a boa that swallowed an elephant and not the outline of a fedora, decides instead to become a pilot. With engine troubles in North Africa, he's forced to land in the middle of the Sahara and attempt a complicated engine repair alone, with limited tools, when a quirky little boy appears.
Just as the little prince reveals that he is not from around here, but from a small planetoid in outer space, chapter the third draws to a close.
Margo's reaction? She grunted, passed wind and vomited.
Maybe we'll put Le petit prince away for a few months, but let me tell you something... this doesn't bode well when she turns four and I start her on J-P Sartre's Being and Nothingness.
- Michel
Maybe generations is a bit strong, having only been published in 1943, but no book has played as strong a role in the lives of francophones across the globe... well, in the Northern Hemisphere, at least, as Le petit prince. I was proud to start her on her literary journey with such a classic.I read her the first three chapters. The narrator, having had his artistic career shot down at the age of 6, because no one could figure out that he had actually drawn a boa that swallowed an elephant and not the outline of a fedora, decides instead to become a pilot. With engine troubles in North Africa, he's forced to land in the middle of the Sahara and attempt a complicated engine repair alone, with limited tools, when a quirky little boy appears.
Just as the little prince reveals that he is not from around here, but from a small planetoid in outer space, chapter the third draws to a close.
Margo's reaction? She grunted, passed wind and vomited.
Maybe we'll put Le petit prince away for a few months, but let me tell you something... this doesn't bode well when she turns four and I start her on J-P Sartre's Being and Nothingness.
- Michel
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