This planet was inhabited by a tippler. This was a very short visit, but it plunged the little prince into deep dejection. "What are you doing there?" he said to the tippler, whom he found settled down in silence before a collection of empty bottles and also a collection of full bottles. "I am drinking," replied the tippler, with a lugubrious air. "Why are you drinking?" demanded the little prince. "So that I may forget," replied the tippler. "Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who already was sorry for him. "Forget that I am ashamed," the tippler confessed, hanging his head. "Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him. "Ashamed of drinking!" The tipler brought his speech to an end, and shut himself up in an impregnable silence. And the little prince went away, puzzled. "The grown-ups are certainly very, very odd," he said to himself, as he continued on his journey.
(Lyon, 1900 - en el mar Tirreno, 1944) Novelista y aviador francés; sus experiencias como piloto fueron a menudo su fuente de inspiración. Tercero de los cinco hijos de una familia de la aristocracia su padre tenía el título de vizconde, vivió una infancia feliz en las propiedades familiares, aunque perdió a su progenitor a la edad de cuatro años. Estuvo muy ligado a su madre, cuya sensibilidad y cultura lo marcaron profundamente, y con la que mantuvo una voluminosa correspondencia durante toda su vida.