[ As was often the case in his conversations with House, Will waited with quiet patience as the other man "spoke", before reading and re-reading the text. He silently mouthed the words as he read, as if tasting them, hearing them internally, taking them in with all his senses before he responded. ]
I don't disagree, House. You are applying the scientific method to your work. Your mind is obviously very analytical. But it also thrives on the art that is inherent in such analytics.
Humor me. How many musical instruments do you play above and beyond the piano? Music is important to you. Think about it, House. When you're not high, is it ever silent in your mind? Or is there a piano playing?
Stop right now and look inwards. Listen to that piano. Hear the notes. Taste the analytical grace in the melody. Can you hear it? Now close your eyes and picture parchment, with a blank stave before you. Start to fill in what you hear. It won't be complete, don't worry about that, but start anyway.
What is it telling you?
[ Will waits a minute, figuring he'll either get told to go fuck off, or just maybe House will try; out of curiosity's sake. ]
All that information in your head, House. About this place, your experiences in it. The opening allegro, the adagio. A scherzo, I think rather than a minuet, and then possibly a ritornello?
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I don't disagree, House.
You are applying the scientific method to your work.
Your mind is obviously very analytical.
But it also thrives on the art that is inherent in such analytics.
Humor me.
How many musical instruments do you play above and beyond the piano?
Music is important to you.
Think about it, House. When you're not high, is it ever silent in your mind?
Or is there a piano playing?
Stop right now and look inwards.
Listen to that piano.
Hear the notes.
Taste the analytical grace in the melody.
Can you hear it? Now close your eyes and picture parchment, with a blank stave before you.
Start to fill in what you hear. It won't be complete, don't worry about that, but start anyway.
What is it telling you?
[ Will waits a minute, figuring he'll either get told to go fuck off, or just maybe House will try; out of curiosity's sake. ]
All that information in your head, House. About this place, your experiences in it. The opening allegro, the adagio. A scherzo, I think rather than a minuet, and then possibly a ritornello?