All Quotes By Tag: Secret-society

“England and the English governing class never did call on this absurd deity of race until it seemed, for an instant, that they had no other god to call on… the truth of the whole matter is very simple. Nationality exists, and has nothing in the world to do with race. Nationality is a thing like a church or a secret society. It is the product of the human soul and will; it is a spiritual product. And there are men… who would think anything and do anything rather than admit anything could be a spiritual product.”

“Professor Langdon,’ called a young man with curly hair in the back row, ‘if Masonry is not a secret society, not a corporation, and not a religion, then what is it?”Well, if you were to ask a Mason, he would offer the following definition: Masonry is a system of morality, veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols.”Sounds to me like a euphemism for “freaky cult.” ”Freaky, you say?”Hell yes!’ the kid said, standing up. ‘I heard what they do inside those secret buildings! Weird candlelight rituals with coffins, and nooses, and drinking wine out of skulls. Now that’s freaky!’Langdon scanned the class. ‘Does that sound freaky to anyone else?”Yes!’ they all chimed in.Langdon feigned a sad sigh. ‘Too bad. If that’s too freaky for you, then I know you’ll never want to join my cult.’Silence settled over the room. The student from the Women’s Center looked uneasy. ‘You’re in a cult?’Langdon nodded and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ‘Don’t tell anyone, but on the pagan day of the sun god Ra, I kneel at the foot of an ancient instrument of torture and consume ritualistic symbols of blood and flesh.’The class looked horrified.Langdon shrugged. ‘And if any of you care to join me, come to the Harvard chapel on Sunday, kneel beneath the crucifix, and take Holy Communion.’The classroom remained silent.Langdon winked. ‘Open your minds, my friends. We all fear what we do not understand.”

“Bursar?””Yes, Archchancellor?””You ain’t a member of some secret society or somethin’, are you?””Me? No, Archchancellor.””Then it’d be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.”