Renowned author Dan Brown gazed admiringly at the pulchritudinous brunette’s blonde tresses, flowing from her head like a stream but made from hair instead of water and without any fish in. Still asleep in the luxurious four-poster bed of the expensive $10 million house was beautiful wife Mrs Brown. The 190lb adult male human being nodded his head to indicate satisfaction and returned to his bedroom by walking there. It wouldn’t be the last in the lucrative sequence, either. New book Inferno, the latest in his celebrated series about fictional Harvard professor Robert Langdon, was inspired by top Italian poet Dante.

Then he put down the telephone and perambulated on foot to the desk behind which he habitually sat on a chair to write his famous books on an Apple iMac MD093B/A computer. If your books brought innocent delight to millions of readers, what did it matter whether you knew the difference between a transitive and an intransitive verb? Renowned author Dan Brown smiled, the ends of his mouth curving upwards in a physical expression of pleasure. Among his proudest purchases were a specially commissioned landscape by acclaimed painter Vincent van Gogh and a signed first edition by revered scriptwriter William Shakespeare. The thriving ink-slinger’s wealth had allowed him to indulge his passion for great art. “Think of all the money you’ve made,” recommended the literary agent. He was grateful for his good fortune, and gave thanks every night in his prayers to renowned deity God.

It was said that a copy of The Da Vinci Code had even found its way into the hands of renowned monarch the Queen. His books were read by everyone from renowned politician President Obama to renowned musician Britney Spears. That’s true, mused the accomplished composer of thrillers that combined religion, high culture and conspiracy theories. “Who cares what the stupid critics say?” advised the literary agent. The voice at the other end of the line gave a sigh, like a mighty oak toppling into a great river, or something else that didn’t sound like a sigh if you gave it a moment’s thought. I think critics are going to say it’s badly written.” “Hello agent John, it’s client Dan,” commented the pecunious scribbler. “Hello, it’s literary agent John Unconvincingname,” informed the new voice at the other end of the line. Instantly the voice at the other end of the line was replaced by a different voice at the other end of the line. “Mr Unconvincingname, it’s renowned author Dan Brown,” told the voice at the other end of the line. “I want to talk to literary agent John Unconvincingname.” “Hello, this is renowned author Dan Brown,” spoke renowned author Dan Brown. He reached for the telephone using one of his two hands. I’ll call my agent, pondered the prosperous scribe.

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