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Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I'm about to save all youse who haven't read this book about eight hours of your life. No spoilers.
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Actually, it should look like this:
Teabing sat back in his seat, taking in his guests with a pedantic gaze, a patronizing smile curling
his aristocratic lips. "You silly girl! You don't actually think those 2,000-y
ear-old fairy ta
les are true, do you? Some other 2,000-year-old fa
iry
tales are
true instead, and conclusively disprove the first set of fairy ta
les! And how do w
e know? Because all the smartest people of the Dark Ages thought so, but kept it a secret for reasons known only to them."
Sophie was dubious. "But wouldn't we know all these things already? How could it all have re
mained a secr
et for so long?"
As Sophie spoke, Langdon gave a sudden sta
rt of realization. The surprise nearly compelled him out of his chair. Of course! He felt a flush of shame. How could he, a handso
me world-famous Harvard symbiologist, have missed it? The sacred feminine, or yet another symbolic representation thereof! He knew what they had to do, and where they had to go next. He just needed time to think.
Outside, in the g
athering darkness, an albino monk with a mysterious past crept closer. He said a prayer as he reflexively tightened h
is grip on the semiautomatic in his right han
d.
Twenty minutes away, Bezu Fache got some news on his cell phone. His face was a grim mask.
Four thousand miles away, a charter jet carrying Bishop Aringarosa streaked across the gloom. His silent thoughts were troubled with possibilities.
Repeat 190 times.
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