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“I am looking for friends. What does that mean — tame?”
“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. “It means to establish ties.”
“To establish ties?”
“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…”
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Photo by Geoff Charles
Heddwyn, son of Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Jones, sitting on the kitchen table holding a tame fox cub, Talysarn, July 16, 1959.
[photo via The National Library of Wales]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0vvw9aVhR1qzhl9eo1_400.jpg)
