After several hours of experimentation, I have figured out what the trick is. Quirrell did nothing except hum the same song for four hours. The Auror’s mind filled in the rest. After four hours of listening to the same fifty-one notes over and over again, I’d be calling code RJ-L20 too.
On the one hand, I once listened to “Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?” for three days straight. I had not stopped enjoying it when I stopped listening to it. (My roommates and guests did not share my enthusiasm, but I don’t think they ever liked the song.)
On the other hand, while attempting to transfer a customer to the appropriate party I once listened to “Unchained Melody” for almost an hour. I didn’t snap (it was a mill of a call center, so public nervous breakdowns were not unheard of), but the piece gained the ability to infuriate me even without the extra hours and fuck-with-your-brain inconsistency.
After several hours of experimentation, I have figured out what the trick is. Quirrell did nothing except hum the same song for four hours. The Auror’s mind filled in the rest. After four hours of listening to the same fifty-one notes over and over again, I’d be calling code RJ-L20 too.
On the one hand, I once listened to “Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?” for three days straight. I had not stopped enjoying it when I stopped listening to it. (My roommates and guests did not share my enthusiasm, but I don’t think they ever liked the song.)
On the other hand, while attempting to transfer a customer to the appropriate party I once listened to “Unchained Melody” for almost an hour. I didn’t snap (it was a mill of a call center, so public nervous breakdowns were not unheard of), but the piece gained the ability to infuriate me even without the extra hours and fuck-with-your-brain inconsistency.