Recently discovered: Eiffel's drawings for a slightly different Statue of Liberty

Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2020/04/09/recently-discovered-eiffels.html

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Oh, this is a marvellous find!

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here is the one with the redmarks:

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So, now we need some clever person to give us a 3D rendering of the actual and planned, side by side, for comparison purposes. It’s ok, I’ll wait…

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Oh cool! Swapping that one into the post. Thanks!

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What’s really clever is the way the design plans hid the rocket engines.

(image courtesy of: https://boingboing.net/2017/07/11/text-this-san-francisco-museum.html)

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Yeah, but with the arm angle altered, the rockets may need adjusting, and likely nobody thought of that. Lord knows where it’ll end up now.

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The arm angle issue was eventually solved.

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I’ve sometimes wondered how much the art of mechanical engineering has advanced since then. If she were designed today,would her internal framework look any different?

Undoubtedly. Among other things there is much better metalurgy now, and understanding of failure is a lot better. Taken together you,d get a generally lighter structure with less ‘stuff’ in it.

But also look at how buildings are made, then and now - compare the way the Empire State is designed with, for example, the internal structure of the WTC.

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Maybe a lot of adjusting. Those are Soviet R-7 type rocket engines!

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Meanwhile in a parallel universe

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Not that much.

I’m now having fun with the imaginary redesign of the internal framework. And eventually, the copper panels will need replacing. Eventually the ship of Theseus can be rebuilt all over again!

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THE OLD COLOSSUS

I met a human from a time-lost land
Who said: “A woman, bronze, with diadem
Sits broken, buried slantwise in the sand,
Her legs and trunk are gone: no sign of them.
A head remains, two shoulders, arm and hand,
A torch, long dead, and one piece yet beside,
A copper plaque in whose impassioned plea,
Corroded words bade weary travelers bide.
I traced their meaning; not an easy chore:
‘Give me your masses, yearning to breathe free…
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!’
My horse browsed nigh; the witness to my yell:
You blew it up! Curse you forevermore!
Mad, hairless apes! God damn you all to hell!

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