wind sand and stars st.antoine de saint-exupery-第12章
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vestige of a plateau that had crumbled round the edges。 In this part of the Sahara such truncated cones are visible from the air every hundred miles or so； their smooth surfaces always at about the same altitude above the desert and their geologic substance always identical。 The surface sand is posed of minute and distinct shells； but progressively as you dig along a vertical section； the shells bee more fragmentary； tend to cohere； and at the base of the cone form a pure calcareous deposit。
Without question； I was the first human being ever to wander over this 。 。 。 this iceberg： its sides were remarkably steep； no Arab could have climbed them； and no European had as yet ventured into this wild region。
I was thrilled by the virginity of a soil which no step of man or beast had sullied。 I lingered there； startled by this silence that never had been broken。 The first star began to shine； and I said to myself that this pure surface had lain here thousands of years in sight only of the stars。
But suddenly my musings on this white sheet and these shining stars were endowed with a singular significance。 I had kicked against a hard； black stone； the size of a man's fist； a sort of moulded rock of lava incredibly present on the surface of a bed of shells a thousand feet deep。 A sheet spread beneath an apple…tree can receive only apples； a sheet spread beneath the stars can receive only star…dust。 Never had a stone fallen from the skies made known its origin so unmistakably。
And very naturally； raising my eyes； I said to myself that from the height of this celestial apple…tree there must have dropped other fruits； and that I should find them exactly where they fell； since never from the beginning of time had anything been present to displace them。
Excited by my adventure； I picked up one and then a second and then a third of these stones； finding them at about the rate of one stone to the acre。 And here is where my adventure became magical； for in a striking foreshortening of time that embraced thousands of years； I had bee the witness of this miserly rain from the stars。 The marvel of marvels was that there on the rounded back of the planet； between this magnetic sheet and those stars； a human consciousness was present in which as in a mirror that rain could be reflected。
III
Once； in this same mineral Sahara； I was taught that a dream might partake of the miraculous。 Again I had been forced down； and until day dawned I was helpless。 Hillocks of sand offered up their luminous slopes to the moon； and blocks of shadow rose to share the sands with the light。 Over the deserted work…yard of darkness and moonray there reigned a peace as of work suspended and a silence like a trap； in which I fell asleep。
When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky； for I was lying on my back with outstretched arms； face to face with that hatchery of stars。 Only half awake； still unaware that those depths were sky； having no roof between those depths and me； no branches to screen them； no root to cling to； I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver。
But I did not fall。 From nape to heel I discovered myself bound to earth。 I felt a sort of appeasement in surrendering to it my weight。 Gravitation had bee as sovereign as love。 The earth； I felt； was supporting my back； sustaining me； lifting me up； transporting me through the immense void of night。 I was glued to our planet by a pressure like that with which one is glued to the side of a car on a curve。 I leaned with joy against this admirable breast…work； this solidity； this security； feeling against my body this curving bridge of my ship。
So convinced was I that I was in motion； that I should have heard without astonishment； rising from below； a creaking of something material adjusting itself to the effort； that groaning of old sailing vessels as they heel； that long sharp cry drawn from pinnaces plaining of their handling。 But silence continued in the layers of the earth； and this density that I could feel at my shoulders continued harmonious； sustained； unaltered through eternity。 I was as much the inhabitant of this homeland as the bodies of dead galley…slaves； weighted with lead； were the inhabitants of the sea。
I lay there pondering my situation； lost in the desert and in danger； naked between sky and sand； withdrawn by too much silence from the poles of my life。 I knew that I should wear out days and weeks returning to them if I were not sighted by some plane； or if next day the Moors did not find and murder me。 Here I possessed nothing in the world。 I was no more than a mortal strayed between sand and stars； conscious of the single blessing of breathing。 And yet I discovered myself filled with dreams。
They came to me soundlessly； like the waters of a spring； and in the beginning I could not understand the sweetness that was invading me。 There was neither voice nor vision； but the presentiment of a presence； of a warmth very close and already half guessed。 Then I began to grasp what was going on； and shutting my eyes I gave myself up to the enchantments of my memory。
Somewhere there was a park dark with firs and linden…trees and an old house that I loved。 It mattered little that it was far away； that it could not warm me in my flesh； nor shelter me； reduced here to the role of dream。 It was enough that it existed to fill my night with its presence。 I was no longer this body flung up on a strand； I oriented myself； I was the child of this house； filled with the memory of its odors； with the cool breath of its vestibules； with the voices that had animated it； even to the very frogs in the pools that came here to be with me。 I needed these thousand landmarks to identify myself； to discover of what absences the savor of this desert was posed； to find a meaning in this silence made of a thousand silences； where the very frogs were silent。
No； I was no longer lodged between sand and stars。 I was no longer receiving from this scene its chill message。 And I had found out at last the origin of the feeling of eternity that came over me in this wilderness。 I had been wrong to believe it was part of sky and sand。 I saw again the great stately cupboards of our house。 Their doors opened to display piles of linen as white as snow。 They opened on frozen stores of snow。 The old housekeeper trotted like a rat from one cupboard to the next； forever counting； folding； unfolding； re…counting the white linen； exclaiming； 〃Oh； good Heavens； how terrible ！〃 at each sign of wear which threatened the eternity of the house； running instantly to burn out her eyes under a lamp so that the woof of these altar cloths should be repaired； these three…master's sails be mended； in the service of something greater than herself …a god； a ship。
Ah； I owe you a page； Mademoiselle！ When I came home from my first journeyings I found you needle in hand； up to the knees in your white surplices； each year a little more wrinkled； a little more round…shouldered； still preparing for our slumbers those sheets without creases； for our dinners those cloths without seams； those feasts of crystal and of snow。
I would go up to see you in your sewing…room； would sit down beside you and tell you of the dangers I had run in order that I might thrill you； open your eyes to the world； corrupt you。 You would say that I hadn't changed a whit。 Already as a child I had torn my shirts … 〃How terrible！〃 … and skinned my knees； ing home as day fell to be bandaged。
No； Mademoiselle； no ！ I have not e back from the other end of the park but from the other end of the world！ I have brought back with me the acrid smell of solitude； the tumult of sand…storms； the blazing moonlight of the tropics！ 〃Of course！〃 you would say。 〃Boys will run about； break their bones and think themselves great fellows。〃
No； Mademoiselle； no ！ I have seen a good deal more than the shadows in our park。 If you knew how insignificant these shadows are； how little they mean beside the sands； the granite； the virgin forests； the vast swamplands of the earth ！ Do you realize that there are lands on the globe where； when men meet
