"You surely took your time, Anthony. The reaction was registered, but it would take us hours to pin-point its source without your help. Now then, explain as calmly as you can what you have felt or experienced. Or, more to the point, where are they?"
"No. You will have to answer me certain questions first."
"I haven't the time to waste, Anthony. Tell me at once what it is and where."
"No. There is no other way. You have to bargain with me."
"One does not bargain with restricted persons."
"Well, I will bargain till I find out just what it means that I am a restricted person."
"You really don't know? Well, we haven't time to fix that stubborn streak in you. Quickly, just what is it that you have to know?"
"I have to know what a restricted person is. I have to know why the children hoot 'Tony the tin man' at me. How can they know that my father was a junk dealer?"
"You had no father. We give to each of you a sufficient store of memories and a background of a distant town. That happened to be yours, but there is no connection here. The children call you Tony the Tin Man because (like all really cruel creatures) they have an instinct for the truth that can hurt; and they will never forget it."