Nevertheless, he still had some more questions.
How is it possible for one to own the stars?
"To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly.
I don't know. To nobody.
Then they belong to me, because I was the first person to think of it.
Is that all that is necessary?
Certainly. When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours.
When you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours.
When you get an idea before any one else, you take out a patent on it: it is yours.
So with me:I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them."
"Yes, that is true," said the little prince. "And what do you do with them?"
"I administer them," replied the businessman.
I count them and recount them. It is diffcult.
But I am a man who is naturally interested in matters of consequence.