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I
did
n't
know
.
At
that
moment
I
was
very
busy
trying
to
unscrew
a
bolt
that
was
jammed
in
my
engine
.
I
was
quite
worried
,
for
my
plane
crash
was
beginning
to
seem
extremely
serious
,
and
the
lack
of
drinking
water
made
me
fear
the
worst
.
"
What
good
are
thorns
?
"
The
little
prince
never
let
go
of
a
question
once
he
had
asked
it
.
I
was
annoyed
by
my
jammed
bolt
,
and
I
answered
without
thinking
.
"
Thorns
are
no
good
for
anything
-
they
're
just
the
flowers
'
way
of
being
mean
!
"
"
Oh
!
"
But
after
a
silence
,
he
lashed
out
at
me
,
with
a
sort
of
bitterness
.
"
I
do
n't
believe
you
!
Flowers
are
weak
.
They
're
naive
.
They
reassure
themselves
whatever
way
they
can
.
They
believe
their
thorns
make
them
frightening
...
"
I
made
no
answer
.
At
that
moment
I
was
thinking
,
"
If
this
bolt
stays
jammed
,
I
'll
knock
it
off
with
the
hammer
.
"
Again
the
little
prince
disturbed
my
reflections
.
"
Then
you
think
flowers
...
"
"
No
,
not
at
all
.
I
do
n't
think
anything
!
I
just
said
whatever
came
into
my
head
.
I
'm
busy
here
with
something
serious
!
"
He
stared
at
me
,
astounded
.
