The Davinci Code

chapter71

When the plane stabilized in the air and headed for England, Langdon lifted the box.
Now, as he was putting the box on the table, I felt Sophie and Langdon kneel down to...
The forward with great enthusiasm.
When he unplugged the lid and then lifted it and opened the box, he didn't look at me.
The letters on the Tex, the little domes on the inside of the lid of the box.
Using a pencil head, he pulled the house rose off, and the inscribed text appeared
Beneath it. Under the rose... Langdon thought, hoping that looking at him again would clarify the meaning of a text that had eluded him previously. He focused all his energies and counted the weird text

After several seconds, he began to feel the frustration he had felt for the first time he had seen the text.
To me, it seems I haven't been able to determine the language of the script.
Sophie still hasn't been able to see the script since she was sitting on the other side of the
The table, but Langdon's inability to recognize language immediately gave her a chirp. Was your grandfather so cryptic that a code scientist couldn't recognize it? But she quickly realized she shouldn't find it surprising, it wasn't the first secret that Jack Sauniere had done.
By hiding it from his granddaughter.
Any tweep sitting in front of Sophie felt like he was bursting with sense, waiting softly.
His chance to look at the text, he leaned a little forward trying to approach Langdon, whose back was still bent over the box
I don't know, Langdon whispered. My first guess was that it was a sublime language, but I'm not who.
That's now. Most early Semitic languages have movements, but this text has no movement.
Maybe this language is ancient sublime? I suggest Ting.Moves? I asked Sophie.
Tapping never took his eyes off the box, most modern sublime alphabets don't contain
On phonetic letters, but instead using vowels - small dots and strips, placed below or above static letters - denotes the phonetic letter that accompanies them." Not that this is a negative borderline of language, historically Langdon was still involved with the text. Maybe she's... Eastern Hebrew Writings
Sephardi? Ting couldn't wait any longer. Maybe I know if... It leaned forward and gradually moved the box from in front of Langdon and then pulled it towards it. Teikh had no doubt that the brother had cancelled the value of Yao and Tin and Romance languages, but Ting's cursory look at this language led him to believe it was more specialized. It could be Rashi or Stam writing
Tipping took a deep puff and looked at the text before him. He didn't say a word to me.
Tall. As each second passed, he felt his rest fade away. "I'm really stunned," said Tipping."! Language is nothing like anything I've ever seen.
Langons retreated into his seat.
Can I see her? I asked Sophie.
Ting pretended not to hear her. Robert, you said before, do you think you saw us?
It looked like this before.
Langdon seemed obviously confused, yeah, I thought so. But I'm not sure. Writing
She seems kind of familiar.
Eli called him Sophie insistent, and she seemed so angry with them that they ignored her and continued.
Can I see the box Grandpa made?
Of course, honey, Ting said and pushed the box towards her. He didn't mean to be what he was.
She was underestimated, but Sophie was younger and much less experienced. If a British royal historian, a professor of symphology at Harvard, could not even recognize language, Sophie came by just moments after she checked the box. I should have guessed.
Guess what? Sal Ting.
"Sophie smiled, I guess that's the language Grandpa was going to use.
Does that mean you can read this script? Tipping shouted,"
Or very simplistic, scurrilous Sophie, who seemed to enjoy what she is now, taught me.
My grandfather had this language when I was only six years old. I am very good at it." She leaned forward and gave Tipping a reproach look. Frankly, Sir, without you for the crown, I'm mutually exclusive.
The thing is you never got to know her.
It's no wonder the script is so file.
Several years ago, Langdon had attended an exhibition at the Vogue Museum at Harvard, when
Bill Gess, who left Harvard before finishing college, returned to his old university university and presented to her museum one of his most priceless collections-18 pieces he bought at auction at Armand Hamar Palace.
HIS HIGHEST BIDDING PRICE WAS $30.8 MILLION, AND HE WAS TACK'S WRITER
The pages Leonardo da Vinci
These were the eighteen leaves - now called the Leonardo Manuscripts -
Lyceist Timen, its renowned king, the Earl of Lyceister - All that remains was one of Leonardo da Vinci's most important and fascinating diary, including tests and sketches showing Da Vinci's evolving theories of astronomy, geology, atar, and hydrology. He will never forget his reaction, and as he plays his part, he can finally see the line.
That's priceless. Great hope... The pages were completely unreadable; although the manuscript was well preserved and the text was in elegant handwriting - in pink algebra on pale yellow paper - the words were almost unintelligible. In the beginning, Landon said he couldn't read it because Dafshi wrote his denunciations in old Italian, but after looking at the manuscript closely, he showed you that he couldn't recognize a word.
Italian or any letter of it.
Try this, Sir.
She pointed to the mirror chained to the frame of the box, which Langdon picked up and raised up. The text reflected in the mirror was examined
Langdon was so damaged by the reflection of some of the great creator's ideas that he forgot.
One of man's many artistic talents.
Langdon was so mixed up in some of the ideas of the great creator that he forgot that
One of the man's many young talents was his ability to write a text reflected in a mirror that only he could read. Mortgons still debate whether Da 'Tchi wrote this way for the sake of the hilly or to prevent people from peeping behind him and stealing his ideas. But all of this is worthless, because Da Vinci was doing as he pleased, and Sophie smiled at herself when she saw that Robert understood her point. I can...
"I read the first words, Sophie said," It was English. It was still stammering. What's going on here?
"The text is written in the box," said Langdon. We need a mirror."
No, that's not necessary." Sophie said. Me and the fact that this wooden crust meets
Purpose.
I held the box up and began to scan the inside of the lid by a light bulb.
Hanging from the windmill. Her grandfather didn't really know how to write upside down, so he would always write normally and then flip the paper and follow the letters to write their pass, and Sophie's guess was that her grandfather had carved the plain text by burning on a piece of wood and then yes that piece of wood from the back was crunching it until it became thin as paper The burned text became so obvious that it could be seen through the wood, and then he simply flipped it over and I tore it into the box lid.
When Sophie approximated the cover to the lay, she discovered she was right, a ray had passed by
The strong light through the thin wood layer, and the text on the inside of the lid seemed to be fried.
It's a script, Ting has a low voice and he blushes his head, my language.
Aa.
In the back of the bump, Remy Lugalek was trying so hard to scream
Hearing, but the loud sound of the motors prevented it, and the talk in front was unheard.
Remy was never pleased with the evolution of the events tonight. Look at the Prior.
Tied up and laid down. The man was lying still, as if in surrender, or perhaps praying silently for salvation