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Arbor Vitae Cortex

          With that he struck a note of triumph. Indeed, if he had succeeded
        where others with fancy degrees and government grants had failed,
        he  had  a  right  to  crow.  Fat  chance  of  that,  but  I  smiled
        encouragement.
          “The  needles  of  that  tree  are  already  in  use  as  a  tea,  an  herbal
        decoction,”  said  Betzaroff,  shaking  his  head.  “It’s  a  waste  of  time.
        That  will  never  get  where  it’s  needed.  Here  is  what  I  found:  the
        doctrine of signatures has already been at work, thanks to Western
        dissection of the brain.  Arbor vitae is the name given to the white
        matter branching throughout the gray matter in the cerebral cortex.
        This may be explained to your customers as the difference between a
        computer  and  the  network  cables  connecting  computers.  In  cross
        section that neural network looks like the silhouette of the arbor vitae
        tree—its  signature,  if  you  will.  The  gray  matter,  the  neuronal  cell
        population, peaks in a person’s twenties; what can be stored in the
        computer will not increase in capacity or accessibility in later years.
        But  the  connectors,  the  arbor  vitae,  keep  on  developing  well  into
        middle  age.  In  other  words,  experience  or  what  you  have  already
        learned or be able to learn in life will max out, while your ability to
        make sense of it, to organize it and evaluate it—wisdom, it might be
        called—does not stop. And it can be enhanced by a component of
        the plant it resembles. All we need do is find a method of introducing
        it to its human analogue. And that, sir, is Tree of Life Tonic, brewed
        by my proprietary process from the cortex of the noble cedar.”
          “Great!” I exclaimed. “That’s not too complicated to grasp. Ah,
        do you happen to have any handy? I’d like to try it myself.”
          Oliver sat back in his rickety chair. It creaked. I didn’t test mine.
          “No,  I  don’t.  To  tell  you  the  truth,  I  need  to  purchase  a  few
        ingredients and repair some of my equipment before I can produce
        more. But the process can be replicated for batches of any size; arbor
        vitae grow abundantly in this country—the red cedar, for example.
        Raw materials are not a problem.”
          “Well, then,” said I, with bluff bonhomie, “I see no problems at
        all. Take our money and get to work! Whatever we don’t sell in the
        first six months you can take elsewhere; you should be able to afford
        your own publicity, too. Just give us first crack at the stuff.”

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