Exam-hall rules, strict tempo
This is the boss. No calculator — the values are chosen to fit in your head: sound crosses the room at a round , and the metre pendulum's famous swing stands in for . One metronome, one long problem, and every answer feeds the next: beats to hertz, hertz flipped to a period, the wavelength each click casts, and finally the pendulum that could keep the beat. Write each line down — one early slip plays every later bar out of time.
Everything from the chapter rides in it. 5★ under par here is the chapter crown. Count yourself in.
no calculator in the boss room — the numbers are chosen to fit in your head