“Maximilian Kohler. Kindly call your office immediately.”
Blazing sunbeams flooded Langdon’s eyes as the elevator doors opened into the main atrium. Before the echo of the announcement on the intercom overhead faded, every electronic device on Kohler’s wheelchair started beeping and buzzing simultaneously. His pager. His phone. His E-mail. Kohler glanced down at the blinking lights in apparent bewilderment. The director had resurfaced, and he was back in range.
“Director Kohler. Please call your office.”
The sound of his name on the PA seemed to startle Kohler. (104)
Ah . . . how many times have we been bothered with this situation? We come back from whatever we’ve been doing, weather that be a nice, relaxing vacation or trying to solve a murder/highly, secretive theft (as in the case of our characters here). And you get burdened with by the hassles of the modern age. The daily stresses come swarming back to you like you just temporarily escaped reality in a daydream and then you have to come back to reality. For most, this just creates more tension than taking away from that it added to.
Even more than this, we see that Kohler, after just realizing that there could be a disaster anywhere on the face of the world that could be linked to him and he could loose his research facility and his creditability, seems to have just made him realize that his “throne” has been taken out from under him. Once he’s out of the elevator he is overwhelmed completely by the thing that he surrounds himself with most and is fascinated with . . . technology. Kohler has come to the realization that what he has come to love could ultimately be his demise.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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