Jean Giono:  "No, it isn’t anything.  Let’s get it straight.  It isn’t anything because it will change nothing.  I, I know.  They can go to the moon, it won’t change anything.  Because the whole happiness of people is in the little valleys.  There is one thing that is the great tragedy of life.  Yes, of life.  It is that we are only in halves.  From the time we began to build houses and cities, since we invented the wheel, we have not advanced one step toward happiness.  We have always been in halves.  As long as we invent and progress in mechanical things and not in love, we shall not achieve happiness.  I care nothing about your flying machines if half my heart is bleeding because it lacks the other half, the one without which it will never be one of the fine fruits of the earth.  All those magic carpets, they will bring cargoes of sorrows and terrible things, as long as you expect sensitivity and love of them.  You know where things ought to be invented?  In the call, in the voice, in the sound that comes from the heart.  I am still calling.  Nevertheless I know that I shall no longer be heard.  Remember, all of people’s happiness is in the little valleys."

Jean Giono:  "No, it isn’t anything.  Let’s get it straight.  It isn’t anything because it will change nothing.  I, I know.  They can go to the moon, it won’t change anything.  Because the whole happiness of people is in the little valleys.  There is one thing that is the great tragedy of life.  Yes, of life.  It is that we are only in halves.  From the time we began to build houses and cities, since we invented the wheel, we have not advanced one step toward happiness.  We have always been in halves.  As long as we invent and progress in mechanical things and not in love, we shall not achieve happiness.  I care nothing about your flying machines if half my heart is bleeding because it lacks the other half, the one without which it will never be one of the fine fruits of the earth.  All those magic carpets, they will bring cargoes of sorrows and terrible things, as long as you expect sensitivity and love of them.  You know where things ought to be invented?  In the call, in the voice, in the sound that comes from the heart.  I am still calling.  Nevertheless I know that I shall no longer be heard.  Remember, all of people’s happiness is in the little valleys."