GR translation: the brass moire of diamond-blurs passing

[Mike Jing]

Thanks, Monte and David.

On Mon, Apr 4, 2016 at 9:47 AM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com> wrote:

> Yes! I hadn't thought about a diamond-grid gate on the moving elevator cab
> *and* one at each floor. but come to think of it I have seen some old
> elevators with both. I suppose I was thinking of the moire coming from a
> gate at each floor plus persistence of vision, but this is better.
>
> On Mon, Apr 4, 2016 at 9:40 AM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> I think Monte is probably right about the diamond pattern of elevator
>> gated doors or cages, but the moire would be the overlapping of two such
>> patterned gates as one moves past the other, creating a "moire pattern."
>>
>> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moir%C3%A9_pattern
>>
>> http://www.exploratorium.edu/snacks/moire-patterns
>>
>> When you look through one chain-link fence at another, you sometimes see
>> a pattern of light and dark lines that shifts as you move. Moiré patterns
>> are created whenever one semitransparent object with a repetitive pattern
>> is placed over another. A slight motion of one of the objects creates
>> large-scale changes in the moiré pattern. These patterns can be used to
>> demonstrate wave interference.
>>
>> http://mytearsspoiledmyaim.blogspot.com/2008/04/vintage-elevator.html
>>
>> On Mon, Apr 4, 2016 at 6:58 AM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com>
>> wrote:
>>
>>> Likely these pantograph safety gates very common in elevators at the
>>> time, seen in rapid succession
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>>> <http://goog_95318601>
>>> http://www.multiplevannpileup.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/img_0378.jpg
>>> https://ludelizaclopez.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/dsc_12911.jpg
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>>> On Mon, Apr 4, 2016 at 5:37 AM, Mike Jing <gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com
>>> > wrote:
>>>
>>>> V735.8-22, P749.32-750.10   By now the City is grown so tall that
>>>> elevators are long-haul affairs, with lounges inside: padded seats and
>>>> benches, snack bars, newsstands where you can browse through a whole issue
>>>> of Life between stops. For those faint hearts who first thing on entering
>>>> seek out the Certificate of Inspection on the elevator wall, there are
>>>> young women in green overseas caps, green velvet basques, and tapered
>>>> yellowstripe trousers—a feminine zootsuit effect—who’ve been well-tutored
>>>> in all kinds of elevator lore, and whose job it is to set you at ease. “In
>>>> the early days,” pipes young Mindy Bloth of Carbon City, Illinois, smiling
>>>> vacantly away in profile, close by the brass moire of diamond-blurs
>>>> passing, passing in vertical thousands—her growing-up face, dreamy and
>>>> practical as the Queen of Cups, never quite looks for you, is always
>>>> refracted away some set angle in the gold-brown medium between you . . .
>>>> it’s morning, and the flower man at the rear of the elevator, down a step
>>>> or two behind the little fountain, has brought lilacs and irises fresh and
>>>> early—
>>>>
>>>> What does "the brass moire of diamond-blurs" refer to exactly?
>>>>
>>>
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