That night, Katherine eagerly began reading her brother’s ancient texts and quickly came to understand that he was right. The ancients possessed profound scientific wisdom. Today’s science was not so much making “discoveries” as it was making “rediscoveries.” Mankind, it seemed, had once grasped the true nature of the universe . . . but had let go . . . and forgotten.
“We’ll talk over here,” Bellamy said, leading Langdon past the bulletproof display cases that contained the library’s two most valuable books—the Giant Bible of Mainz, handwritten in the 1450s, and America’s copy of the Gutenberg Bible, one of only three perfect vellum copies in the world. Fittingly, the vaulted ceiling overhead bore John White Alexander’s six-panel painting titled The Evolution of the Book.
blindly through him. “You do not yet have eyes to see.”
Note: Of course you can't, Professor. The old man stared blindly through him. You do not yet have eyes to see. (Nice.)
Simkins with eerie blank eyes. “Now, wouldn’t that be a miracle.”
Note: The old man stepped forward now, staring past Simkins with eerie blank eyes. Now, wouldn't that be a miracle. (Fabulous!)