Thank you for your attention and assistance in this matter and please express my thanks to Miss Rage for her consideration.
[ Attached: 01, 02, though rougher and a bit less detailed (as painstakingly drawn on a smartphone screen and he isn't an expert in pianos). A third attachment describes the loose mechanics of it: 88 keys, 52 white and 36 black, press key and hammer strikes string, string vibrates into space created to allow greater vibration plus pedals either lengthen or dampen the sound. ]
[ He isn't an expert by any means, but he finds while sketching it out, estimating the height, width, etc., providing the details, writing an explanation -- he finds he knows more than he expected. It's difficult to discern how much is common knowledge, what may have stuck subconsciously from a Drift with a talented musician whose father was a piano tuner, or, more likely, what sticks from the arguments they'd had over the keyboard Newton insisted on having in the lab. Arguments which, ultimately, weren't actually arguments, as they didn't disagree about the applications of maths to music, or the science of it, and yet how often--
'--I mean, geeze, Hermann, it was Plato who got all wet about ratios and string vibrations, you'd think you'd have more appreciation for'
'that was Pythagorus and must you use that language, my point is your damn instruments don't belong in the lab, they'
'uh pay attention they are SCIENTIFIC tools check this out'
'chopsticks has nothing to do with science stop'
'wow, I like, just explained this to you, I'm getting seriously concerned about your prefrontal cortex, like maybe the central executive's checked out? look rhymes help with memory check this out, the rock star hits the, piano key, the--'
at which point Newton had composed an impromptu spin on this heinous song, and Hermann had thrown an entire box of chalk at him before shoving in ear plugs.
Just remembering one argument irritates him, making him wonder why he was doing this, except he's already made up his mind and at least it would be in the bar. Attached and sent. ]
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Thank you for your attention and assistance in this matter and please express my thanks to Miss Rage for her consideration.
[ Attached: 01, 02, though rougher and a bit less detailed (as painstakingly drawn on a smartphone screen and he isn't an expert in pianos). A third attachment describes the loose mechanics of it: 88 keys, 52 white and 36 black, press key and hammer strikes string, string vibrates into space created to allow greater vibration plus pedals either lengthen or dampen the sound. ]
[ He isn't an expert by any means, but he finds while sketching it out, estimating the height, width, etc., providing the details, writing an explanation -- he finds he knows more than he expected. It's difficult to discern how much is common knowledge, what may have stuck subconsciously from a Drift with a talented musician whose father was a piano tuner, or, more likely, what sticks from the arguments they'd had over the keyboard Newton insisted on having in the lab. Arguments which, ultimately, weren't actually arguments, as they didn't disagree about the applications of maths to music, or the science of it, and yet how often--
'--I mean, geeze, Hermann, it was Plato who got all wet about ratios and string vibrations, you'd think you'd have more appreciation for'
'that was Pythagorus and must you use that language, my point is your damn instruments don't belong in the lab, they'
'uh pay attention they are SCIENTIFIC tools check this out'
'chopsticks has nothing to do with science stop'
'wow, I like, just explained this to you, I'm getting seriously concerned about your prefrontal cortex, like maybe the central executive's checked out? look rhymes help with memory check this out, the rock star hits the, piano key, the--'
at which point Newton had composed an impromptu spin on this heinous song, and Hermann had thrown an entire box of chalk at him before shoving in ear plugs.
Just remembering one argument irritates him, making him wonder why he was doing this, except he's already made up his mind and at least it would be in the bar. Attached and sent. ]