Spadina Station
Asian male, 40s, with short black hair, wearing pink polo shirt, baggy blue jeans, and baby blue Crocs.
Angels & Demons, Dan Brown (Pocket Books)
Page 193:
At first glance the room appeared to be a darkened airline hangar in which someone had built a dozen free-standing racquetball courts. Langdon knew of course what the glass-walled enclosures were. He was not surprised to see them; humidity and heat eroded ancient vellums and parchments, and proper preservation required hermetic vaults like these-airtight cubicles that kept out humidity and natural acids in the air. Langdon had been inside hermetic vaults many times, but it was always an unsettling experience . . . something about entering an airtight container where the oxygen was regulated by a reference librarian.
In school, his roommate’s girlfriend sat him in the kitchen and took his hands, palms up, in hers. She asked him to close his eyes and focus on the moment of his death. When he opened his eyes, she confirmed the worst. Not because drowning would be a bad way to go, but because it was done. He would die. And that was that.
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