I remember watching a police comedy on TV many years ago (I think it was called "Sledgehammer") where, during a tense standoff, the hero starts reading aloud from a book of Rod McKuen's poetry.

The nauseated perp surrendered immediately.

Hi Raddy—

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The President will also sign an executive order directing the same standard be extended to employees of contractors who do business with the federal government.

I recall several years ago, there was a convenience store with a huge parking lot. Teens found the parking lot to be a convenient place to meet, party, drink, listen to music.

The owner erected outside audio speakers and began playing Mozart and Beethoven whenever the teens arrived. Soon, the teens left and never came back

Bach at the Burger King
By Theodore Gioia

MAY 17, 2018

AT THE CORNER of 8th and Market in San Francisco, by a shuttered subway escalator outside a Burger King, an unusual soundtrack plays. A beige speaker, mounted atop a tall window, blasts Baroque harpsichord at deafening volumes. The music never stops. Night and day, Bach, Mozart, and Vivaldi rain down from Burger King rooftops onto empty streets.

Empty streets, however, are the target audience for this concert. The playlist has been selected to repel sidewalk listeners — specifically, the mid-Market homeless who once congregated outside the restaurant doors that served as a neighborhood hub for the indigent. Outside the BART escalator, an encampment of grocery carts, sleeping bags, and plastic tarmacs had evolved into a sidewalk shantytown attracting throngs of squatters and street denizens. “There used to be a mob that would hang out there,” remarked local resident David Allen, “and now there may be just one or two people.” When I passed the corner, the only sign of life I found was a trembling woman crouched on the pavement, head in hand, as classical harpsichord besieged her ears...

Odd. I can imagine that would repel spoiled teens, but why would it necessarily repel the homeless - or the "gutter punks," for that matter, since those people are voluntarily homeless?

And, from the end of Chapter V of The Little Broomstick by the late Mary Stewart, who was known for The Merlin Trilogy and who wrote multiple bestsellers (this scene is at the entrance to Endor College, with 10-year-old Mary and the cat, Tib):

...And now they were at the foot of the wide flight of steps that led up to the front door. There were (stone) griffins here, too. They sat on their stone pedestals, one at each side of the steps. On the right-hand pedestal Mary saw yet another notice. It said, simply:

TRESPASSERS
WILL BE
TRANSFORMED

Mary stared, stopped dead, then turned quickly to look behind her.

Mr. Flanagan was nowhere to be seen. And as he went back to his stableyard, he had shut the gate behind him. The archway was barred by a solid slab of studded oak.

Then the front door of the College opened, and a tall woman in black came out on to the head of the steps. She beckoned to Mary.

Mary looked at Tib. Tib looked back with no expression whatever in his green, green eyes.

The woman beckoned again.

Mary walked up the steps towards her.

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(And that, I think, is enough to prove that Stewart was a superior writer to Rowling.)