PHI.
PHI?
Yes, PHI.
There’s a young woman who works in Sainsbury’s, you see, who
has unusually long legs relative to the length of her torso, and here’s the
conversation that I’m aching should take place on Wednesday:
‘Excuse me.’
‘Yes.’
‘I wonder whether you’d mind if I measure the distance from
your head to your belly button, and then the distance from your belly button to
your feet.’
‘Why on earth would you want to do that?’
‘Because Dan Brown says the ratio of one to the other must
be 1.618:1. It’s what Leonardo’s Vetruvian
Man is all about. Only I reckon you probably break the rule, which would
make you a rare phenomenon.’
‘Really?’
‘Apparently.’
‘Gosh. How interesting. OK, go on then. Should I stand up or
lie down?’
‘Lie down.’
‘Prone or supine?’
There’s no answer to that.
* * *
Meanwhile, Sophie is disappointed that Langdon got to the
anagram before she did. Frankly, so am I.
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