I still possess my brains and my intellect is as good as ever, but my memory of some of the events I formerly experienced is quite hazy." "How long have you been in this cupboard ?" asked the Emperor.
"I don't know." "Haven't you a name ?" "Oh, yes," said the Head; "I used to be called Nick Chopper, when I was a woodman and cut down trees for a living." "Good gracious!" cried the Tin Woodman in astonishment.

"If you are Nick Chopper's Head, then you are Me--or I'm You--or--or--What relation are we, anyhow ?" "Don't ask me," replied the Head.

"For my part, I'm not anxious to claim relationship with any common, manufactured article, like you.

You may be all right in your class, but your class isn't my class.

You're tin." The poor Emperor felt so bewildered that for a time he could only stare at his old Head in silence.