The Social Sciences building here in Madison has a lovely carillon tower right outside. The University regularly has carillon concerts starting Sundays at 3pm. I have seen as many as four people gather across the street on a sunny Sunday to listen to a concert (actually, at least some of those people may have been waiting for a ride to pick them up or something).
My office is on the belltower side. I have been in this office for something like three years. I have never once remembered, coming into my office on a Sunday, that the bells are going to start up at 3 until the moment they actually do, completely destroying my ability to concentrate on any kind of work. It's like I never learn. You would think that by now there would be some strange antipavlovian force that would cause me to start salivating at 2:55 or something.
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Maybe you could get them to play Stacy's Mom or Ina Gada Da Vida?
wait 'til you hear the bells at harvard...
what bells, jeremy? i've never heard of this before, and you'd think that people in our building would be talking about it all of the time. do you suppose it is all in your head? i mean, you aren't exactly stable.
Dorotha: I can't imagine that there are many people in the building who regard the Sunday bells as a problem, since there never seems to be more than four other people in the building whenever I'm here on a Sunday.
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