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Regret
.
Bullshit
.
Since
Jaqui
Tomaso
’
s
reign
had
begun
,
Langdon
had
never
met
a
single
non
-
Catholic
American
scholar
who
had
been
given
access
to
the
Secret
Vatican
Archives
.
Il
gaurdiano
,
historians
called
him
.
Jaqui
Tomaso
was
the
toughest
librarian
on
earth
.
As
Langdon
pushed
the
doors
open
and
stepped
through
the
vaulted
portal
into
the
inner
sanctum
,
he
half
expected
to
see
Father
Jaqui
in
full
military
fatigues
and
helmet
standing
guard
with
a
bazooka
.
The
space
,
however
,
was
deserted
.
Silence
.
Soft
lighting
.
Archivio
Vaticano
.
One
of
his
life
dreams
.
As
Langdon
’
s
eyes
took
in
the
sacred
chamber
,
his
first
reaction
was
one
of
embarrassment
.
He
realized
what
a
callow
romantic
he
was
.
The
images
he
had
held
for
so
many
years
of
this
room
could
not
have
been
more
inaccurate
.
He
had
imagined
dusty
bookshelves
piled
high
with
tattered
volumes
,
priests
cataloging
by
the
light
of
candles
and
stained
-
glass
windows
,
monks
poring
over
scrolls
…
Not
even
close
.
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
hermitic
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
.
The
vaults
were
dark
,
ghostly
even
,
faintly
outlined
by
tiny
dome
lights
at
the
end
of
each
stack
.
In
the
blackness
of
each
cell
,
Langdon
sensed
the
phantom
giants
,
row
upon
row
of
towering
stacks
,
laden
with
history
.
This
was
one
hell
of
a
collection
.
Vittoria
also
seemed
dazzled
.
She
stood
beside
him
staring
mutely
at
the
giant
transparent
cubes
.
Time
was
short
,
and
Langdon
wasted
none
of
it
scanning
the
dimly
lit
room
for
a
book
catalog
—
a
bound
encyclopedia
that
cataloged
the
library
’
s
collection
.
All
he
saw
was
the
glow
of
a
handful
of
computer
terminals
dotting
the
room
.
"
Looks
like
they
’
ve
got
a
Biblion
.
Their
index
is
computerized
.
"
