Why are you drinking? demanded the little prince.So that I may forget, replied the tippler.Forget what? inquired the little prince, who was already 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!
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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The dialogue between the little prince and the tippler reveals a poignant exploration of the reasons behind the tippler's drinking. The little prince, curious and compassionate, asks the tippler why he consumes alcohol. The tippler responds that he drinks to forget his shame, which hints at deeper emotional struggles he faces. This moment highlights the idea that many people turn to substances as a means of escape from their feelings of inadequacy or regret.

The little prince's persistent questioning shows his desire to understand and support the tippler, who feels trapped in a cycle of shame. The tippler's admission of being ashamed of drinking illustrates the complex relationship individuals have with their coping mechanisms. This exchange serves as a reminder that avoidance rarely leads to healing, and true understanding and help come from confronting one's feelings rather than escaping them.

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