The Little Prince (17)

The Little Prince (17)

  It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils.

  It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made my pictures except those of the boa cobstrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the sinside, since I was six yers old.

 I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true  to life as possible.

  But I am not at all sure of successs.
  One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors, too, in the little prince's height : in one place he is too tall and in another too short.

  And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume.

  So I fumble along as best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling.

  In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also.

  But that is something that will not be my fault. 
  My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.

  Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups.
  I have had to grow old.

(17/30~)