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“Do you think,” he asked, “if I go to the Emerald City with you, that the Great Oz would give me some brains?”
and if my head stays stuffed with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know anything?”
“That is because you have no brains,” answered the girl. “No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.”
I was only made day before yesterday. What happened in the world before that time is all unknown to me.
So he painted my right eye, and as soon as it was finished I found myself looking at him and at everything around me with a great deal of curiosity, for this was my first glimpse of the world.
for I thought I was just as good a man as anyone.
I had nothing to think of, having been made such a little while before.
‘If you only had brains in your head you would be as good a man as any of them, and a better man than some of them. Brains are the only things worth having in this world, no matter whether one is a crow or a man.’
“It is such an uncomfortable feeling to know one is a fool.”
“It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh,”
“for you must sleep, and eat and drink. However, you have brains, and it is worth a lot of bother to be able to think properly.”
“but once I had brains, and a heart also; so, having tried them both, I should much rather have a heart.”
After this the enchanted axe cut off my arms, one after the other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with tin ones. The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinner happened to come along, and he made me a new head out of tin.
I had now no heart, so that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did not care whether I married her or not.
While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart,
for a fool would not know what to do with a heart if he had one.”
You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a big beast like you, to bite a poor little dog!”
I was born that way. All the other animals in the forest naturally expect me to be brave,
But whenever there is danger, my heart begins to beat fast.” “Perhaps you have heart disease,”
“if I had no heart I should not be a coward.”
The Tin Woodman knew very well he had no heart, and therefore he took great care never to be cruel or unkind to anything.
“You people with hearts,” he said, “have something to guide you,
he sang “Tol-de-ri-de-oh!” at every step, he felt so gay.
“Oz keeps a great pot of courage in his Throne Room,”
“which he has covered with a golden plate, to keep it from running over. He will be glad to give you some.”
It would not rest him to lie down, and he could not close his eyes; so he remained all night staring at a little spider which was weaving its web in a corner of the room, just as if it were not one of the most wonderful rooms in the world.
“I am Dorothy, the Small and Meek. I have come to you for help.”
“Because you are strong and I am weak; because you are a Great Wizard and I am only a helpless little girl,”
“I never killed anything, willingly,” she sobbed; “and even if I wanted to, how could I kill the Wicked Witch? If you, who are Great and Terrible, cannot kill her yourself, how do you expect me to do it?”
“and I am thankful I am made of straw and cannot be easily damaged. There are worse things in the world than being a Scarecrow.”

