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Friday, April 27, 2007

Sound unbound

In a perfectly rectangular room whose dimensions are infinite, resonant frequency equals zero. That is to say, there is no sound. In that room, the songs we sing to one another will never be heard.
Posted by cs at 9:53 AM
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