Oh dear. I bet Dan Brown can't believe his luck. Writes an unoriginal, formulaic novel and then goes on to world domination. A bit like JK Rowling.
Idiots that have read his tale have started going around vandalising listed buildings.
Hello! Wake up!! It's a work of fiction! Not real. Made up. Capiche? Not only that, it's just a tedious, pot-boiler version of Umberto Eco's "Foucault's Pendulum". Which, in turn, pays homage to Robert Anton Wilson's "Illuminatus! Trilogy". Both of these are, of course, essentially satires on conspiracies, but I presume that people that enjoy The Da Vinci Code don't "do" irony. Unless it's got a winky/smiley avatar at the end of each paragraph. Even worse, there are those who believe in the ludicrous Bronze Age fairy tale that all three of these stories allude to.
Right, I'm off to kick in the back of my wardrobe, to see if there's a magical mystery kingdom on the other side.
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