"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox.
"They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours.
There is a rite, for example, among my hunters.
Every Thursday they dance with the village girls.
So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards.
But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox.
And when the hour of his departure drew near-
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."