He stroked the tree affectionately. “This is a pretty good tree,” he observed admiringly with proprietary gratitude. “It’s the tree of life,” Yossarian answered, waggling his toes, “and of knowledge of good and evil, too.” Milo squinted closely at the bark and branches. “No it isn’t,” he replied. “It’s a chestnut tree. I ought to know. I sell chestnuts.”
