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The
cabin
itself
looked
surprisingly
like
a
wide
-
body
commercial
airliner
.
The
only
exception
was
that
it
had
no
windows
,
which
made
Langdon
uneasy
.
He
had
been
haunted
his
whole
life
by
a
mild
case
of
claustrophobia
—
the
vestige
of
a
childhood
incident
he
had
never
quite
overcome
.
Langdon
’
s
aversion
to
closed
spaces
was
by
no
means
debilitating
,
but
it
had
always
frustrated
him
.
It
manifested
itself
in
subtle
ways
.
He
avoided
enclosed
sports
like
racquetball
or
squash
,
and
he
had
gladly
paid
a
small
fortune
for
his
airy
,
high
-
ceilinged
Victorian
home
even
though
economical
faculty
housing
was
readily
available
.
Langdon
had
often
suspected
his
attraction
to
the
art
world
as
a
young
boy
sprang
from
his
love
of
museums
’
wide
open
spaces
.
The
engines
roared
to
life
beneath
him
,
sending
a
deep
shudder
through
the
hull
.
Langdon
swallowed
hard
and
waited
.
He
felt
the
plane
start
taxiing
.
Piped
-
in
country
music
began
playing
quietly
overhead
.
A
phone
on
the
wall
beside
him
beeped
twice
.
Langdon
lifted
the
receiver
.
"
Hello
?
"
"
Comfortable
,
Mr
.
Langdon
?
"
"
Not
at
all
.
"
"
Just
relax
.
We
’
ll
be
there
in
an
hour
.
"
"
And
where
exactly
is
there
?
"
Langdon
asked
,
realizing
he
had
no
idea
where
he
was
headed
.
"
Geneva
,
"
the
pilot
replied
,
revving
the
engines
.
"
The
lab
’
s
in
Geneva
.
"
