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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Tin Woodman of Oz by L. Frank Baum: wicked to ask anyone else to take my place."
They were all silent, for they knew he spoke the
truth. Dorothy was almost ready to cry with pity and
Ozma's sweet face was sad and disturbed. The Scarecrow
rubbed and patted his stuffed head to try to make it
think better, while the Tin Woodman went into the house
and began to oil his tin joints so that the sorrow of
his friends might not cause him to weep. Weeping is
liable to rust tin, and the Emperor prided himself upon
his highly polished body -- now doubly dear to him
because for a time he had been deprived of it.
The Tin Woodman of Oz |
