Langdon was once amazed. “How do they all communicate?”
“English, of course. The frequent language of science.”
Langdon had always heard math was the regular language of science, but he was once too tired to argue. He dutifully accompanied K
Ohler down the path.
Halfway to the bottom, a young man jogged by. His T-shirt proclaimed the message: NO GUT, NO GLORY!
Langdon seemed after him, mystified. “Gut?”
“General Unified Theory.” Kohler quipped. “The principle of everything.”
“I see,” Langdon said, now not seeing at all.
“Are you acquainted with particle physics, Mr. Langdon?”
Langdon shrugged. “I’m familiar with familiar physics—falling bodies, that sort of thing.” His years of high-diving experience had given him a profound appreciate for the amazing strength of gravitational acc
