“I myself own a flower”, he continued his conversation with the businessman, “which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (for I also clean out the one that is extinct; one never knows). It is of some use to my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. but you are of no use to the stars .” The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say answer. And the little prince went away The grown-ups are certainly altogether extraordinary，”he said simply, talking to himself as he continued on his journey.