As the conversation continued, Harvey became more and more tense. However, it was almost as if he couldn’t help himself. After all these years he was still infatuated with the events. And after all these years of silence, there must be a feeling of disquiet. I can feel the urge to war, to share it or send me home. Of course, what I want is the brain. Behind the intimate interaction is a complex, chess-like duet in The Seventh Seal.
After an autopsy, Harvey measured and took brain imaging at Princeton hospital, he told me. The anatomical variations are within the normal range. It weighs 2.64 pounds. He then placed it in a jar of formaldehyde, and carefully drove to Philadelphia, where there is a rare musical instrument at the University of Pennsylvania called microtome, used for cutting brains. The team has preserved the brain in small chunks of celloidine, a viscous material. The other sections are kept on the slides. A bit of it is still intact.
He told me how he sent the samples to specialists around the country. But the results came very slowly. There have been difficulties studying a brain like this. The thing is, very few brains are analyzed in depth, let alone a significant number of brains are accomplished.
Throughout the time, I continued to probe its location. Harvey avoids all interference. So we continue to talk about research. Why does it take so long? There was nothing urgent, he said. In recent years, he hasn’t worked on it much. It was then, long after, that I learned that Nathan had limped off that Harvey had been involved in the terrifying delay.
Harvey told me that maybe in a year, he will have something.
There is an unbelievable silence. In the end, I couldn’t stand it. Do you have one? pictures its? I ask.
“No, I don’t know,” he told me. Then he stopped, and a strange look passed over his face. “I have some margins here,” he said. He must have seen my startled look and then repeated, “Crude document.”
Has the brain been in this office all the time?
Let me describe the office to you. Harvey is sitting behind his desk. On one side of the room was a shelf piled with books, newspapers, and magazines. On the other side is a cooler – the kind of foam barrel you put beer in when you go fishing – and some cardboard boxes. He got up from his desk and moved to the side of the room with boxes and containers.
Was Einstein’s brain in the beer fridge?
Are not. He walked over to the brown cardboard boxes, and flipped through one. On its side, in drab red lettering, Costa Cider. It had no lid, but above it were crumpled newspapers. He moved the newsprint aside and removed what looked like a mason jar. Inside it were some pieces of matter. There is a conch-shaped wrinkled mass of material, a gray foam block of material, and some pink strings that look like puffy dental floss. All of them are unmistakable brain organs. Harvey explained they were Einstein’s cerebellum, part of the cerebral cortex, and some of the aorta. Then he returned to the box and took out what looked like a large glass cookie jar with a metal lid glued to the top with duct tape. Emerging from the chemical were a number of similarly sliced translucent shapes, each numbered. Then, when I was asked to describe their sizes, an image that came to mind was Goldenberg’s Peanut Chews. This is a regionally distributed candy made of chocolate chunks filled with rich peanuts and caramel mix.