“是如许的。但是你用星星来干甚么？”小王子说。
“存银行是甚么意义？”
“那你说星星是谁的呀？”贩子不欢畅地辩驳小王子。
“你如何样占有星星呢？”
这位贩子俄然认识到如果不答复这个题目，他就得不到安宁。
“这也行吗？”
"How is it possible for one to own the stars""To whom do they belong" the businessman retorted, peevishly.
"Oh, no. Little golden objects that set lazy men to idle dreaming. As for me, I am concerned with matters of consequence. There is no time for idle dreaming in my life.""Ah! You mean the stars"
“啊，星星吗？”
"If I owned a silk scarf," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from heaven...""No. But I can put them in the bank.""Whatever does that mean"