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"
The
poem
is
signed
John
Milton
.
"
"
John
Milton
?
"
The
influential
English
poet
who
wrote
Paradise
Lost
was
a
contemporary
of
Galileo
’
s
and
a
savant
who
conspiracy
buffs
put
at
the
top
of
their
list
of
Illuminati
suspects
.
Milton
’
s
alleged
affiliation
with
Galileo
’
s
Illuminati
was
one
legend
Langdon
suspected
was
true
.
Not
only
had
Milton
made
a
well
-
documented
1638
pilgrimage
to
Rome
to
"
commune
with
enlightened
men
,
"
but
he
had
held
meetings
with
Galileo
during
the
scientist
’
s
house
arrest
,
meetings
portrayed
in
many
Renaissance
paintings
,
including
Annibale
Gatti
’
s
famous
Galileo
and
Milton
,
which
hung
even
now
in
the
IMSS
Museum
in
Florence
"
Milton
knew
Galileo
,
didn
’
t
he
?
"
Vittoria
said
,
finally
pushing
the
folio
over
to
Langdon
.
"
Maybe
he
wrote
the
poem
as
a
favor
?
"
Langdon
clenched
his
teeth
as
he
took
the
sheathed
document
.
Leaving
it
flat
on
the
table
,
he
read
the
line
at
the
top
.
Then
he
rotated
the
page
90
degrees
,
reading
the
line
in
the
right
margin
.
Another
twist
,
and
he
read
the
bottom
.
Another
twist
,
the
left
.
A
final
twist
completed
the
circle
.
There
were
four
lines
in
all
.
The
first
line
Vittoria
had
found
was
actually
the
third
line
of
the
poem
.
Utterly
agape
,
he
read
the
four
lines
again
,
clockwise
in
sequence
:
top
,
right
,
bottom
,
left
.
When
he
was
done
,
he
exhaled
.
There
was
no
doubt
in
his
mind
.
"
You
found
it
,
Ms
.
Vetra
.
"
She
smiled
tightly
.
"
Good
,
now
can
we
get
the
hell
out
of
here
?
"
"
I
have
to
copy
these
lines
down
.
I
need
to
find
a
pencil
and
paper
.
"
Vittoria
shook
her
head
.
"
Forget
it
,
professor
.
No
time
to
play
scribe
.
Mickey
’
s
ticking
.
"
She
took
the
page
from
him
and
headed
for
the
door
.
Langdon
stood
up
.
"
You
can
’
t
take
that
outside
!
It
’
s
a
—
"
But
Vittoria
was
already
gone
.
Langdon
and
Vittoria
exploded
onto
the
courtyard
outside
the
Secret
Archives
.
The
fresh
air
felt
like
a
drug
as
it
flowed
into
Langdon
’
s
lungs
.
The
purple
spots
in
his
vision
quickly
faded
.
The
guilt
,
however
,
did
not
.
He
had
just
been
accomplice
to
stealing
a
priceless
relic
from
the
world
’
s
most
private
vault
.
The
camerlegno
had
said
,
I
am
giving
you
my
trust
.
