Force A Hand, The Voice Warned, And

Langdon Turned To Sophie. "who Is That? What... Happened?" Teabing Hobbled Over. "you Were Rescued By A Knight Brandishing An Excalibur Made By Acme Orthopedic.

In Which Year Did A Harvard Sculler Last Outrow An Oxford Man At Henley?" Langdon Had No Idea, But He Could Imagine Only One Reason The Question Had Been Asked. "surely Such A Travesty Has Never Occurred.

Please Accept This Humble Fax. My Love For You Is Without Wax.

We Are The Masters Of Our Own Universe.

Knowledge Is A Tool, And Like All Tools, Its Impact Is In The Hands Of The User.