I have lived a great deal among grown-ups.
And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted,
I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept.
I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding.
But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say: That is a hat.
Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars.
I would bring myself down to his level.
I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties.
And the grown-up would be greatly please to have met such a sensible man.
So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to.
-The Little Prince
by Antoine de Saint Exupery