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《天使与魔鬼》.pdf

《天使与魔鬼》.pdf

上传者: slgfrank 2012-03-03 评分 0 0 0 0 0 0 暂无简介 简介 举报

简介:本文档为《《天使与魔鬼》pdf》,可适用于人文社科领域,主题内容包含ACKNOWLEDGMENTSAdebtofgratitudetoEmilyBestler,JasonKaufman,BenKaplan,andev符等。

ACKNOWLEDGMENTSAdebtofgratitudetoEmilyBestler,JasonKaufman,BenKaplan,andeveryoneatPocketBooksfortheirbeliefinthisprojectTomyfriendandagent,JakeElwell,forhisenthusiasmandunflaggingeffortTothelegendaryGeorgeWieser,forconvincingmetowritenovelsTomydearfriendIrvSittler,forfacilitatingmyaudiencewiththePope,secretingmeintopartsofVaticanCityfeweversee,andmakingmytimeinRomeunforgettableTooneofthemostingeniousandgiftedartistsalive,JohnLangdon,whorosebrilliantlytomyimpossiblechallengeandcreatedtheambigramsforthisnovelToStanPlanton,headlibrarian,OhioUniversityChillicothe,forbeingmynumberonesourceofinformationoncountlesstopicsToSylviaCavazzini,forhergracioustourthroughthesecretPassettoAndtothebestparentsakidcouldhopefor,DickandConnieBrownforeverythingThanksalsotoCERN,HenryBeckett,BrettTrotter,thePontificalAcademyofScience,BrookhavenInstitute,FermiLabLibrary,OlgaWieser,DonUlschoftheNationalSecurityInstitute,CarolineHThompsonatUniversityofWales,KathrynGerhardandOmarAlKindi,JohnPikeandtheFederationofAmericanScientists,HeimlichViserholder,CorinnaandDavisHammond,AizazAli,theGalileoProjectofRiceUniversity,JulieLynnandCharlieRyanatMockingbirdPictures,GaryGoldstein,Dave(Vilas)ArnoldandAndraCrawford,theGlobalFraternalNetwork,thePhillipsExeterAcademyLibrary,JimBarrington,JohnMaier,theexceptionallykeeneyeofMargieWachtel,altmasonicmembers,AlanWooley,theLibraryofCongressVaticanCodicesExhibit,LisaCallamaroandtheCallamaroAgency,JonAStowell,MuseiVaticani,AldoBaggia,NoahAlireza,HarrietWalker,CharlesTerry,MicronElectronics,MindyHoman,NancyandDickCurtin,ThomasDNadeau,NuvoMediaandRocketEbooks,FrankandSylviaKennedy,RomeBoardofTourism,MaestroGregoryBrown,ValBrown,WernerBrandes,PaulKrupinatDirectContact,PaulStark,TomKingatComputalkNetwork,SandyandJerryNolan,WebguruLindaGeorge,theNationalAcademyofArtinRome,physicistandfellowscribeSteveHowe,RobertWeston,theWaterStreetBookstoreinExeter,NewHampshire,andtheVaticanObservatoryFACTTheworld’slargestscientificresearchfacilitySwitzerland’sConseilEuropéenpourlaRechercheNucléaire(CERN)recentlysucceededinproducingthefirstparticlesofantimatterAntimatterisidenticaltophysicalmatterexceptthatitiscomposedofparticleswhoseelectricchargesareoppositetothosefoundinnormalmatterAntimatteristhemostpowerfulenergysourceknowntomanItreleasesenergywithpercentefficiency(nuclearfissionispercentefficient)Antimattercreatesnopollutionorradiation,andadropletcouldpowerNewYorkCityforafulldayThereis,however,onecatchAntimatterishighlyunstableItigniteswhenitcomesincontactwithabsolutelyanythingevenairAsinglegramofantimattercontainstheenergyofakilotonnuclearbombthesizeofthebombdroppedonHiroshimaUntilrecentlyantimatterhasbeencreatedonlyinverysmallamounts(afewatomsatatime)ButCERNhasnowbrokengroundonitsnewAntiprotonDeceleratoranadvancedantimatterproductionfacilitythatpromisestocreateantimatterinmuchlargerquantitiesOnequestionlooms:Willthishighlyvolatilesubstancesavetheworld,orwillitbeusedtocreatethemostdeadlyweaponevermadeAUTHOR’SNOTEReferencestoallworksofart,tombs,tunnels,andarchitectureinRomeareentirelyfactual(asaretheirexactlocations)TheycanstillbeseentodayThebrotherhoodoftheIlluminatiisalsofactualPROLOGUEPhysicistLeonardoVetrasmelledburningflesh,andheknewitwashisownHestaredupinterroratthedarkfigureloomingoverhim“Whatdoyouwant!”“Lachiave,”theraspyvoicereplied“Thepassword”“ButIdon’t”Theintruderpresseddownagain,grindingthewhitehotobjectdeeperintoVetra’schestTherewasthehissofbroilingfleshVetracriedoutinagony“Thereisnopassword!”HefelthimselfdriftingtowardunconsciousnessThefigureglared“NeavevopauraIwasafraidofthat”Vetrafoughttokeephissenses,butthedarknesswasclosinginHisonlysolacewasinknowinghisattackerwouldneverobtainwhathehadcomeforAmomentlater,however,thefigureproducedabladeandbroughtittoVetra’sfaceThebladehoveredCarefullySurgically“FortheloveofGod!”VetrascreamedButitwastoolateHighatopthestepsofthePyramidofGizaayoungwomanlaughedandcalleddowntohim“Robert,hurryup!IknewIshouldhavemarriedayoungerman!”HersmilewasmagicHestruggledtokeepup,buthislegsfeltlikestone“Wait,”hebegged“Please”Asheclimbed,hisvisionbegantoblurTherewasathunderinginhisearsImustreachher!Butwhenhelookedupagain,thewomanhaddisappearedInherplacestoodanoldmanwithrottingteethThemanstareddown,curlinghislipsintoalonelygrimaceThenheletoutascreamofanguishthatresoundedacrossthedesertRobertLangdonawokewithastartfromhisnightmareThephonebesidehisbedwasringingDazed,hepickedupthereceiver“Hello”“I’mlookingforRobertLangdon,”aman’svoicesaidLangdonsatupinhisemptybedandtriedtoclearhismind“ThisisRobertLangdon”HesquintedathisdigitalclockItwas:AM“Imustseeyouimmediately”“Whoisthis”“MynameisMaximilianKohlerI’madiscreteparticlephysicist”“Awhat”Langdoncouldbarelyfocus“Areyousureyou’vegottherightLangdon”“You’reaprofessorofreligiousiconologyatHarvardUniversityYou’vewrittenthreebooksonsymbologyand”“Doyouknowwhattimeitis”“IapologizeIhavesomethingyouneedtoseeIcan’tdiscussitonthephone”AknowinggroanescapedLangdon’slipsThishadhappenedbeforeOneoftheperilsofwritingbooksaboutreligioussymbologywasthecallsfromreligiouszealotswhowantedhimtoconfirmtheirlatestsignfromGodLastmonthastripperfromOklahomahadpromisedLangdonthebestsexofhislifeifhewouldflydownandverifytheauthenticityofacruciformthathadmagicallyappearedonherbedsheetsTheShroudofTulsa,Langdonhadcalledit“Howdidyougetmynumber”Langdontriedtobepolite,despitethehour“OntheWorldwideWebThesiteforyourbook”LangdonfrownedHewasdamnsurehisbook’ssitedidnotincludehishomephonenumberThemanwasobviouslylying“Ineedtoseeyou,”thecallerinsisted“I’llpayyouwell”NowLangdonwasgettingmad“I’msorry,butIreally”“Ifyouleaveimmediately,youcanbehereby”“I’mnotgoinganywhere!It’sfiveo’clockinthemorning!”LangdonhungupandcollapsedbackinbedHeclosedhiseyesandtriedtofallbackasleepItwasnouseThedreamwasemblazonedinhismindReluctantly,heputonhisrobeandwentdownstairsRobertLangdonwanderedbarefootthroughhisdesertedMassachusettsVictorianhomeandnursedhisritualinsomniaremedyamugofsteamingNestlé’sQuikTheAprilmoonfilteredthroughthebaywindowsandplayedontheorientalcarpetsLangdon’scolleaguesoftenjokedthathisplacelookedmorelikeananthropologymuseumthanahomeHisshelveswerepackedwithreligiousartifactsfromaroundtheworldanekuabafromGhana,agoldcrossfromSpain,acycladicidolfromtheAegean,andevenararewovenboccusfromBorneo,ayoungwarrior’ssymbolofperpetualyouthAsLangdonsatonhisbrassMaharishi’schestandsavoredthewarmthofthechocolate,thebaywindowcaughthisreflectionTheimagewasdistortedandpalelikeaghostAnagingghost,hethought,cruellyremindedthathisyouthfulspiritwaslivinginamortalshellAlthoughnotoverlyhandsomeinaclassicalsense,thefortyfiveyearoldLangdonhadwhathisfemalecolleaguesreferredtoasan“erudite”appealwispsofgrayinhisthickbrownhair,probingblueeyes,anarrestinglydeepvoice,andthestrong,carefreesmileofacollegiateathleteAvarsitydiverinprepschoolandcollege,Langdonstillhadthebodyofaswimmer,atoned,sixfootphysiquethathevigilantlymaintainedwithfiftylapsadayintheuniversitypoolLangdon’sfriendshadalwaysviewedhimasabitofanenigmaamancaughtbetweencenturiesOnweekendshecouldbeseenloungingonthequadinbluejeans,discussingcomputergraphicsorreligioushistorywithstudentsothertimeshecouldbespottedinhisHarristweedandpaisleyvest,photographedinthepagesofupscaleartmagazinesatmuseumopeningswherehehadbeenaskedtolectureAlthoughatoughteacherandstrictdisciplinarian,Langdonwasthefirsttoembracewhathehailedasthe“lostartofgoodcleanfun”HerelishedrecreationwithaninfectiousfanaticismthathadearnedhimafraternalacceptanceamonghisstudentsHiscampusnickname“TheDolphin”wasareferencebothtohisaffablenatureandhislegendaryabilitytodiveintoapoolandoutmaneuvertheentireopposingsquadinawaterpolomatchAsLangdonsatalone,absentlygazingintothedarkness,thesilenceofhishomewasshatteredagain,thistimebytheringofhisfaxmachineTooexhaustedtobeannoyed,LangdonforcedatiredchuckleGod’speople,hethoughtTwothousandyearsofwaitingfortheirMessiah,andthey’restillpersistentashellWearily,hereturnedhisemptymugtothekitchenandwalkedslowlytohisoakpaneledstudyTheincomingfaxlayinthetraySighing,hescoopedupthepaperandlookedatitInstantly,awaveofnauseahithimTheimageonthepagewasthatofahumancorpseThebodyhadbeenstrippednaked,anditsheadhadbeentwisted,facingcompletelybackwardOnthevictim’schestwasaterribleburnThemanhadbeenbrandedimprintedwithasinglewordItwasawordLangdonknewwellVerywellHestaredattheornateletteringindisbelief“Illuminati,”hestammered,hisheartpoundingItcan’tbeInslowmotion,afraidofwhathewasabouttowitness,LangdonrotatedthefaxdegreesHelookedatthewordupsidedownInstantly,thebreathwentoutofhimItwaslikehehadbeenhitbyatruckBarelyabletobelievehiseyes,herotatedthefaxagain,readingthebrandrightsideupandthenupsidedown“Illuminati,”hewhisperedStunned,LangdoncollapsedinachairHesatamomentinutterbewildermentGradually,hiseyesweredrawntotheblinkingredlightonhisfaxmachineWhoeverhadsentthisfaxwasstillonthelinewaitingtotalkLangdongazedattheblinkinglightalongtimeThen,trembling,hepickedupthereceiverDoIhaveyourattentionnow”theman’svoicesaidwhenLangdonfinallyansweredtheline“Yes,sir,youdamnwelldoYouwanttoexplainyourself”“Itriedtotellyoubefore”Thevoicewasrigid,mechanical“I’maphysicistIrunaresearchfacilityWe’vehadamurderYousawthebody”“Howdidyoufindme”LangdoncouldbarelyfocusHismindwasracingfromtheimageonthefax“IalreadytoldyouTheWorldwideWebThesiteforyourbook,TheArtoftheIlluminati”LangdontriedtogatherhisthoughtsHisbookwasvirtuallyunknowninmainstreamliterarycircles,butithaddevelopedquiteafollowingonlineNonetheless,thecaller’sclaimstillmadenosense“Thatpagehasnocontactinformation,”Langdonchallenged“I’mcertainofit”“IhavepeoplehereatthelabveryadeptatextractinguserinformationfromtheWeb”Langdonwasskeptical“SoundslikeyourlabknowsalotabouttheWeb”“Weshould,”themanfiredback“Weinventedit”Somethingintheman’svoicetoldLangdonhewasnotjoking“Imustseeyou,”thecallerinsisted“ThisisnotamatterwecandiscussonthephoneMylabisonlyanhour’sflightfromBoston”LangdonstoodinthedimlightofhisstudyandanalyzedthefaxinhishandTheimagewasoverpowering,possiblyrepresentingtheepigraphicalfindofthecentury,adecadeofhisresearchconfirmedinasinglesymbol“It’surgent,”thevoicepressuredLangdon’seyeswerelockedonthebrandIlluminati,hereadoverandoverHisworkhadalwaysbeenbasedonthesymbolicequivalentoffossilsancientdocumentsandhistoricalhearsaybutthisimagebeforehimwastodayPresenttenseHefeltlikeapaleontologistcomingfacetofacewithalivingdinosaur“I’vetakenthelibertyofsendingaplaneforyou,”thevoicesaid“ItwillbeinBostonintwentyminutes”LangdonfelthismouthgodryAnhour’sflight“Pleaseforgivemypresumption,”thevoicesaid“Ineedyouhere”LangdonlookedagainatthefaxanancientmythconfirmedinblackandwhiteTheimplicationswerefrighteningHegazedabsentlythroughthebaywindowThefirsthintofdawnwassiftingthroughthebirchtreesinhisbackyard,buttheviewlookedsomehowdifferentthismorningAsanoddcombinationoffearandexhilarationsettledoverhim,Langdonknewhehadnochoice“Youwin,”hesaid“Tellmewheretomeettheplane”Thousandsofmilesaway,twomenweremeetingThechamberwasdarkMedievalStone“Benvenuto,”themaninchargesaidHewasseatedintheshadows,outofsight“Wereyousuccessful”“Si,”thedarkfigurereplied“Perfectamente”Hiswordswereashardastherockwalls“Andtherewillbenodoubtwhoisresponsible”“None”“SuperbDoyouhavewhatIaskedfor”Thekiller’seyesglistened,blacklikeoilHeproducedaheavyelectronicdeviceandsetitonthetableThemanintheshadowsseemedpleased“Youhavedonewell”“Servingthebrotherhoodisanhonor,”thekillersaid“PhasetwobeginsshortlyGetsomerestTonightwechangetheworld”RobertLangdon’sSaabStoreoutoftheCallahanTunnelandemergedontheeastsideofBostonHarborneartheentrancetoLoganAirportCheckinghisdirectionsLangdonfoundAviationRoadandturnedleftpasttheoldEasternAirlinesBuildingThreehundredyardsdowntheaccessroadahangarloomedinthedarknessAlargenumber“”waspaintedonitHepulledintotheparkinglotandgotoutofhiscarAroundfacedmaninablueflightsuitemergedfrombehindthebuilding“RobertLangdon”hecalledTheman’svoicewasfriendlyHehadanaccentLangdoncouldn’tplace“That’sme,”Langdonsaid,lockinghiscar“Perfecttiming,”themansaid“I’vejustlandedFollowme,please”Astheycircledthebuilding,LangdonfelttenseHewasnotaccustomedtocrypticphonecallsandsecretrendezvouswithstrangersNotknowingwhattoexpecthehaddonnedhisusualclassroomattireapairofchinos,aturtleneck,andaHarristweedsuitjacketAstheywalked,hethoughtaboutthefaxinhisjacketpocket,stillunabletobelievetheimageitdepictedThepilotseemedtosenseLangdon’sanxiety“Flying’snotaproblemforyou,isit,sir”“Notatall,”LangdonrepliedBrandedcorpsesareaproblemformeFlyingIcanhandleThemanledLangdonthelengthofthehangarTheyroundedthecornerontotherunwayLangdonstoppeddeadinhistracksandgapedattheaircraftparkedonthetarmac“We’reridinginthat”Themangrinned“Likeit”Langdonstaredalongmoment“LikeitWhatthehellisit”ThecraftbeforethemwasenormousItwasvaguelyreminiscentofthespaceshuttleexceptthatthetophadbeenshavedoff,leavingitperfectlyflatParkedthereontherunway,itresembledacolossalwedgeLangdon’sfirstimpressionwasthathemustbedreamingThevehiclelookedasairworthyasaBuickThewingswerepracticallynonexistentjusttwostubbyfinsontherearofthefuselageApairofdorsalguidersroseoutoftheaftsectionTherestoftheplanewashullaboutfeetfromfronttobacknowindows,nothingbuthull“Twohundredfiftythousandkilosfullyfueled,”thepilotoffered,likeafatherbraggingabouthisnewborn“RunsonslushhydrogenTheshell’satitaniummatrixwithsiliconcarbidefibersShepacksa:thrustweightratiomostjetsrunat:ThedirectormustbeinonehelluvaahurrytoseeyouHedoesn’tusuallysendthebigboy”“Thisthingflies”LangdonsaidThepilotsmiled“Ohyeah”HeledLangdonacrossthetarmactowardtheplane“Lookskindofstartling,Iknow,butyoubettergetusedtoitInfiveyears,allyou’llseearethesebabiesHSCT’sHighSpeedCivilTransportsOurlab’soneofthefirsttoownone”Mustbeonehellofalab,Langdonthought“Thisone’saprototypeoftheBoeingX,”thepilotcontinued,“buttherearedozensofotherstheNationalAeroSpacePlane,theRussianshaveScramjet,theBritshaveHOTOLThefuture’shere,it’sjusttakingsometimetogettothepublicsectorYoucankissconventionaljetsgoodbye”Langdonlookedupwarilyatthecraft“IthinkI’dpreferaconventionaljet”Thepilotmotionedupthegangplank“Thisway,please,MrLangdonWatchyourstep”Minuteslater,LangdonwasseatedinsidetheemptycabinThepilotbuckledhimintothefrontrowanddisappearedtowardthefrontoftheaircraftThecabinitselflookedsurprisinglylikeawidebodycommercialairlinerTheonlyexceptionwasthatithadnowindows,whichmadeLangdonuneasyHehadbeenhauntedhiswholelifebyamildcaseofclaustrophobiathevestigeofachildhoodincidenthehadneverquiteovercomeLangdon’saversiontoclosedspaceswasbynomeansdebilitating,butithadalwaysfrustratedhimItmanifesteditselfinsubtlewaysHeavoidedenclosedsportslikeracquetballorsquash,andhehadgladlypaidasmallfortuneforhisairy,highceilingedVictorianhomeeventhougheconomicalfacultyhousingwasreadilyavailableLangdonhadoftensuspectedhisattractiontotheartworldasayoungboysprangfromhisloveofmuseums’wideopenspacesTheenginesroaredtolifebeneathhim,sendingadeepshudderthroughthehullLangdonswallowedhardandwaitedHefelttheplanestarttaxiingPipedincountrymusicbeganplayingquietlyoverheadAphoneonthewallbesidehimbeepedtwiceLangdonliftedthereceiver“Hello”“Comfortable,MrLangdon”“Notatall”“JustrelaxWe’llbethereinanhour”“Andwhereexactlyisthere”Langdonasked,realizinghehadnoideawherehewasheaded“Geneva,”thepilotreplied,revvingtheengines“Thelab’sinGeneva”“Geneva,”Langdonrepeated,feelingalittlebetter“UpstateNewYorkI’veactuallygotfamilynearSenecaLakeIwasn’tawareGenevahadaphysicslab”Thepilotlaughed“NotGeneva,NewYork,MrLangdonGeneva,Switzerland”Thewordtookalongmomenttoregister“Switzerland”Langdonfelthispulsesurge“Ithoughtyousaidthelabwasonlyanhouraway!”“Itis,MrLangdon”Thepilotchuckled“ThisplanegoesMachfifteen”OnabusyEuropeanstreet,thekillerserpentinedthroughacrowdHewasapowerfulmanDarkandpotentDeceptivelyagileHismusclesstillfelthardfromthethrillofhismeetingItwentwell,hetoldhimselfAlthoughhisemployerhadneverrevealedhisface,thekillerfelthonoredtobeinhispresenceHaditreallybeenonlyfifteendayssincehisemployerhadfirstmadecontactThekillerstillrememberedeverywordofthatcall“MynameisJanus,”thecallerhadsaid“WearekinsmenofasortWeshareanenemyIhearyourskillsa

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