达芬奇密码 作者: 美 丹·布朗(英文版)-第20章

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on　of　spring。。。　the　earth　ing　back　to　life　to　produce　her　bounty。　The　mysterious　magic　inherent　in　the　Divine　Proportion　was　written　at　the　beginning　of　time。　Man　is　simply　playing　by　Nature's　rules；　and　because　art　is　man's　attempt　to　imitate　the　beauty　of　the　Creator's　hand；　you　can　imagine　we　might　be　seeing　a　lot　of　instances　of　the　Divine　Proportion　in　art　this　semester。〃
Over　the　next　half　hour；　Langdon　showed　them　slides　of　artwork　by　Michelangelo；　Albrecht　Dürer；　Da　Vinci；　and　many　others；　demonstrating　each　artist's　intentional　and　rigorous　adherence　to　the　Divine　Proportion　in　the　layout　of　his　positions。　Langdon　unveiled　PHI　in　the　architectural　dimensions　of　the　Greek　Parthenon；　the　pyramids　of　Egypt；　and　even　the　United　Nations　Building　in　New　York。　PHI　appeared　in　the　organizational　structures　of　Mozart's　sonatas；　Beethoven's　Fifth　Symphony；　as　well　as　the　works　of　Bartók；　Debussy；　and　Schubert。　The　number　PHI；　Langdon　told　them；　was　even　used　by　Stradivarius　to　calculate　the　exact　placement　of　the　f…holes　in　the　construction　of　his　famous　violins。
〃In　closing；〃　Langdon　said；　walking　to　the　chalkboard；　〃we　return　to　symbols〃　He　drew　five　intersecting　lines　that　formed　a　five…pointed　star。　〃This　symbol　is　one　of　the　most　powerful　images　you　will　see　this　term。　Formally　known　as　a　pentagram—or　pentacle；　as　the　ancients　called　it—this　symbol　is　considered　both　divine　and　magical　by　many　cultures。　Can　anyone　tell　me　why　that　might　be？〃
Stettner；　the　math　major；　raised　his　hand。　〃Because　if　you　draw　a　pentagram；　the　lines　automatically　divide　themselves　into　segments　according　to　the　Divine　Proportion。〃
Langdon　gave　the　kid　a　proud　nod。　〃Nice　job。　Yes；　the　ratios　of　line　segments　in　a　pentacle　all　equal　PHI；　making　this　symbol　the　ultimate　expression　of　the　Divine　Proportion。　For　this　reason；　the　five…pointed　star　has　always　been　the　symbol　for　beauty　and　perfection　associated　with　the　goddess　and　the　sacred　feminine。〃
The　girls　in　class　beamed。
〃One　note；　folks。　We've　only　touched　on　Da　Vinci　today；　but　we'll　be　seeing　a　lot　more　of　him　this　semester。　Leonardo　was　a　well…documented　devotee　of　the　ancient　ways　of　the　goddess。　Tomorrow；　I'll　show　you　his　fresco　The　Last　Supper；　which　is　one　of　the　most　astonishing　tributes　to　the　sacred　feminine　you　will　ever　see。〃
〃You're　kidding；　right？〃　somebody　said。　〃I　thought　The　Last　Supper　was　about　Jesus！〃
Langdon　winked。　〃There　are　symbols　hidden　in　places　you　would　never　imagine。〃
　
〃e　on；〃　Sophie　whispered。　〃What's　wrong？　We're　almost　there。　Hurry！〃
Langdon　glanced　up；　feeling　himself　return　from　faraway　thoughts。　He　realized　he　was　standing　at　a　dead　stop　on　the　stairs；　paralyzed　by　sudden　revelation。
O；　Draconian　devil！　Oh；　lame　saint！
Sophie　was　looking　back　at　him。
It　can't　be　that　simple；　Langdon　thought。
But　he　knew　of　course　that　it　was。
There　in　the　bowels　of　the　Louvre。。。　with　images　of　PHI　and　Da　Vinci　swirling　through　his　mind；　Robert　Langdon　suddenly　and　unexpectedly　deciphered　Saunière's　code。
〃O；　Draconian　devil！〃　he　said。　〃Oh；　lame　saint！　It's　the　simplest　kind　of　code！〃
　
Sophie　was　stopped　on　the　stairs　below　him；　staring　up　in　confusion。　A　code？　She　had　been　pondering　the　words　all　night　and　had　not　seen　a　code。　Especially　a　simple　one。
〃You　said　it　yourself。〃　Langdon's　voice　reverberated　with　excitement。　〃Fibonacci　numbers　only　have　meaning　in　their　proper　order。　Otherwise　they're　mathematical　gibberish。〃
Sophie　had　no　idea　what　he　was　talking　about。　The　Fibonacci　numbers？　She　was　certain　they　had　been　intended　as　nothing　more　than　a　means　to　get　the　Cryptography　Department　involved　tonight。　They　have　another　purpose？　She　plunged　her　hand　into　her　pocket　and　pulled　out　the　printout；　studying　her　grandfather's　message　again。
13…3…2…21…1…1…8…5
O；　Draconian　devil！
Oh；　lame　saint！
　
What　about　the　numbers？
〃The　scrambled　Fibonacci　sequence　is　a　clue；〃　Langdon　said；　taking　the　printout。　〃The　numbers　are　a　hint　as　to　how　to　decipher　the　rest　of　the　message。　He　wrote　the　sequence　out　of　order　to　tell　us　to　apply　the　same　concept　to　the　text。　O；　Draconian　devil？　Oh；　lame　saint？　Those　lines　mean　nothing。　They　are　simply　letters　written　out　of　order。〃
Sophie　needed　only　an　instant　to　process　Langdon's　implication；　and　it　seemed　laughably　simple。　〃You　think　this　message　is。。。　une　anagramme？〃　She　stared　at　him。　〃Like　a　word　jumble　from　a　newspaper？〃
Langdon　could　see　the　skepticism　on　Sophie's　face　and　certainly　understood。　Few　people　realized　that　anagrams；　despite　being　a　trite　modern　amusement；　had　a　rich　history　of　sacred　symbolism。
The　mystical　teachings　of　the　Kabbala　drew　heavily　on　anagrams—rearranging　the　letters　of　Hebrew　words　to　derive　new　meanings。　French　kings　throughout　the　Renaissance　were　so　convinced　that　anagrams　held　magic　power　that　they　appointed　royal　anagrammatists　to　help　them　make　better　decisions　by　analyzing　words　in　important　documents。　The　Romans　actually　referred　to　the　study　of　anagrams　as　ars　magna—〃the　great　art。〃
Langdon　looked　up　at　Sophie；　locking　eyes　with　her　now。　〃Your　grandfather's　meaning　was　right　in　front　of　us　all　along；　and　he　left　us　more　than　enough　clues　to　see　it。〃
Without　another　word；　Langdon　pulled　a　pen　from　his　jacket　pocket　and　rearranged　the　letters　in　each　line。
O；　Draconian　devil！　Oh；　lame　saint！
was　a　perfect　anagram　of。。。
Leonardo　da　Vinci！　The　Mona　Lisa！
　
CHAPTER　21

The　Mona　Lisa。
For　an　instant；　standing　in　the　exit　stairwell；　Sophie　forgot　all　about　trying　to　leave　the　Louvre。
Her　shock　over　the　anagram　was　matched　only　by　her　embarrassment　at　not　having　deciphered　the　message　herself。　Sophie's　expertise　in　plex　cryptanalysis　had　caused　her　to　overlook　simplistic　word　games；　and　yet　she　knew　she　should　have　seen　it。　After　all；　she　was　no　stranger　to　anagrams—especially　in　English。
When　she　was　young；　often　her　grandfather　would　use　anagram　games　to　hone　her　English　spelling。　Once　he　had　written　the　English　word　〃planets〃　and　told　Sophie　that　an　astonishing　sixty…two　other　English　words　of　varying　lengths　could　be　formed　using　those　same　letters。　Sophie　had　spent　three　days　with　an　English　dictionary　until　she　found　them　all。
〃I　can't　imagine；〃　Langdon　said；　staring　at　the　printout；　〃how　your　grandfather　created　such　an　intricate　anagram　in　the　minutes　before　he　died。〃
Sophie　knew　the　explanation；　and　the　realization　made　her　feel　even　worse。　I　should　have　seen　this！　She　now　recalled　that　her　grandfather—a　wordplay　aficionado　and　art　lover—had　entertained　himself　as　a　young　man　by　creating　anagrams　of　famous　works　of　art。　In　fact；　one　of　his　anagrams　had　gotten　him　in　trouble　once　when　Sophie　was　a　little　girl。　While　being　interviewed　by　an　American　art　magazine；　Saunière　had　expressed　his　distaste　for　the　modernist　Cubist　movement　by　noting　that　Picasso's　masterpiece　Les　Demoiselles　d'Avignon　was　a　perfect　anagram　of　vile　meaningless　doodles。　Picasso　fans　were　not　amused。
〃My　grandfather　probably　created　this　Mona　Lisa　anagram　long　ago；〃　Sophie　said；　glancing　up　at　Langdon。　And　tonight　he　was　forced　to　use　it　as　a　makeshift　code。　Her　grandfather's　voice　had　called　out　from　beyond　with　chilling　precision。
Leonardo　da　Vinci！
The　Mona　Lisa！
Why　his　final　words　to　her　referenced　the　famous　painting；　Sophie　had　no　idea；　but　she　could　think　of　only　one　possibility。　A　disturbing　one。
Those　were　not　his　final　words。。。。
Was　she　supposed　to　visit　the　Mona　Lisa？　Had　her　grandfather　left　her　a　message　there？　The　idea　seemed　perfectly　plausible。　After　all；　the　famous　painting　hung　in　the　Salle　des　Etats—a　private　viewing　chamber　accessible　only　from　the　Grand　Gallery。　In　fact；　Sophie　now　realized；　the　doors　that　opened　into　the　chamber　were　situated　only　twenty　meters　from　where　her　grandfather　had　been　found　dead。
He　easily　could　have　visited　the　Mona　Lisa　before　he　died。
Sophie　gazed　back　up　the　emergency　stairwell　and　felt　torn。　She　knew　she　should　usher　Langdon　from　the　museum　immediately；　and　yet　instinct　urged　her　to　the　contrary。　As　Sophie　recalled　her　first　childhood　visit　to　the　Denon　Wing；　she　realized　that　if　her　grandfather　had　a　secret　to　tell　her；　few　places　on　earth　made　a　more　apt　rendezvous　than　Da　Vinci's　Mona　Lisa。
　
〃She's　just　a　little　bit　farther；〃　her　grandfather　had　whispered；　clutching　Sophie's　tiny　hand　as　he　led　her　through　the　deserted　museum　after　hours。
Sophie　was　six　years　old。　She　felt　small　and　insignificant　as　she　gazed　up　at　the　enormous　ceilings　and　down　at　the　dizzying　floor。　The　empty　museum　frightened　her；　although　she　was　not　about　to　let　her　grandfather　know　that。　She　set　her　jaw　firmly　and　let　go　of　his　hand。
〃Up　ahead　is　the　Salle　des　Etats；〃　her　grandfather　said　as　they　approached　the　Louvre's　most　famous　room。　Despite　her　grandfather's　obvious　excitement；　Sophie　wanted　to　go　home。　She　had　seen　pictures　of　the　Mona　Lisa　in　books　and　didn't　like　it　at　all。　She　couldn't　understand　why　everyone　made　such　a　fuss。
〃C'est　ennuyeux；〃　Sophie　grumbled。
〃Boring；〃　he　corrected。　〃French　at　school。　English　at　home。〃
〃Le　Louvre；　c'est　pas　chez　moi！〃　she　challenged。
He　gave　her　a　tired　laugh。　〃Right　you　are。　Then　let's　speak　English　just　for　fun。〃
Sophie　pouted　and　kept　walking。　As　they　entered　the　Salle　des　Etats；　her　eyes　sc