"My grandfather probably created this Mona Lisa anagram long ago," Sophie said, glancing up at Langdon.
Was she supposed to visit the Mona Lisa?
He easily could have visited the Mona Lisa before he died.
She had seen pictures of the Mona Lisa in books and didn’t like it at all.
After everything she’d heard about the Mona Lisa, she felt as if she were approaching royalty.
She looked back at the Mona Lisa and shook her head.
I think my grandfather may have left me a message at the Mona Lisa—some kind of clue as to who killed him.
"As strange as it may sound," Sophie said, "I think he wants me to get to the Mona Lisa before anyone else does."
Sophie arrived breathless outside the large wooden doors of the Salle des Etats—the room that housed the Mona Lisa.
Slowly, as if moving underwater, Langdon turned his head and gazed through the reddish haze toward the Mona Lisa.
The fleur-de-lis… the flower of Lisa… the Mona Lisa.
Two years later, the Mona Lisa was discovered hidden in the false bottom of a trunk in a Florence hotel room.
The Mona Lisa’s status as the most famous piece of art in the world, Langdon knew, had nothing to do with her enigmatic smile.
Quite simply, the Mona Lisa was famous because Leonardo da Vinci claimed she was his finest accomplishment.
Even so, many art historians suspected Da Vinci’s reverence for the Mona Lisa had nothing to do with its artistic mastery.
The Mona Lisa was, in fact, one of the world’s most documented inside jokes.
Most recently Langdon had shared the Mona Lisa’s secret with a rather unlikely group—a dozen inmates at the Essex County Penitentiary.
By lowering the countryside on the left, Da Vinci made Mona Lisa look much larger from the left side than from the right side.
Because Da Vinci was a big fan of feminine principles, he made Mona Lisa look more majestic from the left than the right.
Is it true that the Mona Lisa is a picture of Da Vinci in drag? I heard that was true.
Whatever Da Vinci was up to," Langdon said, "his Mona Lisa is neither male nor female.
"Mona Lisa… holy crap," somebody gasped.
Gentlemen, not only does the face of Mona Lisa look androgynous, but her name is an anagram of the divine union of male and female.
And that, my friends, is Da Vinci’s little secret, and the reason for Mona Lisa’s knowing smile.
"My grandfather was here," Sophie said, dropping suddenly to her knees, now only ten feet from the Mona Lisa.
Quickly striding the final few steps to the Mona Lisa, she illuminated the floor directly in front of the painting.
At that moment, Langdon saw a faint purple glimmer on the protective glass before the Mona Lisa.
On the glass, six words glowed in purple, scrawled directly across the Mona Lisa’s face.
The text seemed to hover in space, casting a jagged shadow across Mona Lisa’s mysterious smile.
Sophie looked baffled in the glow of the message scrawled across the Mona Lisa’s face.
Security warden Claude Grouard simmered with rage as he stood over his prostrate captive in front of the Mona Lisa.
She pictured the message scrawled on the protective glass of the Mona Lisa.
The Da Vinci she had grabbed, much like the Mona Lisa, was notorious among art historians for its plethora of hidden pagan symbolism.
The Mona Lisa!
When Sophie was a little girl, no trip to the Mona Lisa had been complete without her grandfather dragging her across the room to see this second painting.
"You may notice," Langdon told them, walking up to the projected image of the Mona Lisa on the library wall, "that the background behind her face is uneven."
Da Vinci was a prankster, and computerized analysis of the Mona Lisa and Da Vinci’s self-portraits confirm some startling points of congruency in their faces.
The Mona Lisa was still twenty yards ahead when Sophie turned on the black light, and the bluish crescent of penlight fanned out on the floor in front of them.
The Mona Lisa.
Despite her monumental reputation, the Mona Lisa was a mere thirty-one inches by twenty-one inches—smaller even than the posters of her sold in the Louvre gift shop.
He can’t transmit, Sophie realized, recalling that tourists with cell phones often got frustrated in here when they tried to call home to brag about seeing the Mona Lisa.
To the Mona Lisa?
The Mona Lisa!
The Mona Lisa.
As Sophie recalled her first childhood visit to the Denon Wing, she realized that if her grandfather had a secret to tell her, few places on earth made a more apt rendezvous than Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.
Standing at an overhead projector in a darkened penitentiary library, Langdon had shared the Mona Lisa’s secret with the prisoners attending class, men whom he found surprisingly engaged—rough, but sharp.
As Grouard inched backward, he could see the woman across the room raising her UV light and scrutinizing a large painting that hung on the far side of the Salle des Etats, directly opposite the Mona Lisa.
Maybe Da Vinci’s plethora of tantalizing clues was nothing but an empty promise left behind to frustrate the curious and bring a smirk to the face of his knowing Mona Lisa.
Despite the estimated five days it would take a visitor to properly appreciate the 65,300 pieces of art in this building, most tourists chose an abbreviated experience Langdon referred to as "Louvre Lite"—a full sprint through the museum to see the three most famous objects: the Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo, and Winged Victory.
Still others claimed that X rays of the Mona Lisa revealed she originally had been painted wearing a lapis lazuli pendant of Isis—a detail Da Vinci purportedly later decided to paint over.
The Grand Master’s previous solutions had all possessed an eloquent, symbolic significance—the Mona Lisa, Madonna of the Rocks, SOFIA.
Saunière’s clever anagrammatic message was still on his mind, and Langdon wondered what Sophie would find at the Mona Lisa… if anything.
Jacques Saunière had indeed paid a visit to the Mona Lisa before he died.
Since taking up residence in the Louvre, the Mona Lisa—or La Jaconde as they call her in France—had been stolen twice, most recently in 1911, when she disappeared from the Louvre’s "satte impénétrable"—Le Salon Carre.
You sure that’s not just some Harvard bullshit way of saying Mona Lisa is one ugly chick.
There are no more uses of "Mona Lisa" in the book.
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Mona Lisa, the Pyramids, the Empire State Building.
Gillian Flynn -- Gone Girl
"Not me, I guess," Veronica says, handing me a stack of magazines, a book of word games, and an old jigsaw-puzzle box of the Mona Lisa, whose famous mien, I am beginning to think, is the expression of a young woman concealing a pure feeling of joy.