Should we have customary measures, or metric ones? What
would make one better than the other? A remarkable thing to observe is how hot
people get under the collar over measurements. At one level it seems like the same sort of
issue as whether you call something a swede or a turnip or a rutabaga. I mean,
it might be confusing, but who cares? Different strokes, different folks. Why
would you legally preference one over the other, as happened with metric over
customary measures in Britain? Why would you be outraged at not being allowed to
sell solely in pounds and ounces, or at the Government putting customary
measures back on a level pegging with metric? Yet many people are, and
furiously so – read opinions columns, read Twitter. These great emotional
geysers must necessarily tap deep wells.
We can more or less take people at their word, I think. Here
are the most typical explanations I hear, just in common conversation: “metric
is more rational, it’s easier to use” vs “customary is familiar and well-worn,
it feels human”. Let’s boil these down, or extrapolate them, or something.
The strengths of metric are that it is more “rational”, and
easier to use. The latter can be summed up by saying that base 10 is a wholly
regular for multiplication and division, and that using it across different areas
of measurement (length, weight, volume, etc) is easier to learn than a mixture
of base 12, 14, and 16. Well, base 12 and base 16 are both pretty good –
arguably more useful than 10 – but I think we can allow the general point.
“Rational”, of course, is actually a word meaning something
else, here. It’s aspirational, not simply rational. The metre was the result of
a French Revolutionary project, based on a fraction of the earth’s radius, or
at least on an estimate of that – now known to be inaccurate. Yet the symbol
remains – even the flaw might be seen as an eloquent testament to the ongoing
process of scientific refinement, of rationality, of the humility of pure
reason. The metric system – metre, metric, from Greek metreo, I measure, Greek the language of reason and science –
declares the total comprehensibility of the world, of the prospect of human
mastery over it, of progress.
Those who prefer customary measures will often think of them
as like a well-worn stairpost in a family home, smoothed by generations; like
family photographs so familiar as to be impressed into memory. The pint is the
shape of a particular glass (since 1913!), the particular measure, the pub or
bar, the chain of memory linking back to every “Royal Oak” founded in thanks to
God after 1660, every “Marquess of Granby” after 1770. Every old soldier
sitting in his pub, endowed by the bald-headed old soldier, drank and served
this measure; the rum measures served to the victorious survivors of Trafalgar
were measured in the same (well, actually, in quarter-pint measures, gills, but
you get the point).
Indeed, many of the measures feel measured not in terms of
universal absolutes, human mastery over nature, but rather in terms of smaller,
humbler measures. How far is the human stride? What is the length between thumb
and forefinger? How much ale fits into a round-handled drinking jar? (Okay,
that last one is speculative! But probably right. These things stretch back
into the mist.) These are, in the general sense, actually quite easy to teach
and learn; these connect physically, they resemble something (your grandfather’s
hand, the comfortable glazed jars on the shelf). They are not consistent of
themselves, of course – they have to be codified to be consistent, as we in fact
have codified them – and they will vary throughout the world, but what matters
is that they work in the place they exist to measure. This task they
accomplish.
One might consider this all easily resolvable. Metric can
serve as a measure in science, if it suits scientists – they say it does – and it
can be a universal translator for measures, a Rosetta Stone to turn lakhs into
shillings, an instrument of international trade. Customary measures can be
happily used at home, uninterfered with by any Weights and Measures Acts.
Yet this simply does not satisfy some. One or other must
totally triumph – and in our day, the side comfortably most aggressive on this
point are those who do not simply prefer metric, but who are devoted to its
propagation. To put customary and metric measures on level pegging, we are
told, is to throw the UK back to the 1970s; it is “weaponising nostalgia”
(blasting shillings from a shotgun, launching lbs from a bombard); it is
crypto-imperialism. This is all ridiculous, of course, and the vast majority of
metric supporters would not adopt it, but why is it used by prominent public
figures? What causes this moral spasm?
How we measure the world is how we see the world, and for
the diehards, there is only one window in the whole stately home through which
to view things. What is at stake – why such rhetoric seems justified to the
arch-metrician – is that the Revolutionary measure represents the Revolutionary
spirit, the Revolutionary achievement, the conquest of superstition and
tradition and the triumph of the human spirit. Why would you not fight for
that? Of course any attempt to undermine or reverse that progress must be
halted, crushed, obliterated. The pint in the pub, the measurement in ounces,
the similar but flawed yard over the metre, all must be seen as
counterrevolutionary, as enemies of the people.
It is ultimately existential, as ridiculous as that might
seem. That it is existential actually, I think, the puzzled indifference of the
typical conservative. You say to the philosophical conservative that this
measurement helps the scientist, or that translation into it serves the purpose
of trade – very well then, that is a prudential and wise purpose. The origin of
the measurement is of little concern. Variety is a conservative value, the
fitting of different tools to different tasks. The progressive believes that
the most elegant of field tools, the Dutch hoe, is for digging holes and removing
branches; the conservative turns to the clumsier spade and the fault-prone lopper
for these tasks, because they actually do the job. Thus the conservative can
reconcile to the use of metric as the progressive cannot to customary measures.
Yet the conservative can never be drawn away from the worn
stairpost and the old pint tankard. These may not seem rational to Robespierre,
but they are totally reasonable; they are useful things and loved things, and
one never throws away either. The conservative looks at the yard and thinks:
why is my stride something like a millionth of the earth’s radius? What order
and what plan has designed my body like that? How do I, mere clay, fit into
this enormous cosmic order that is so measurable, so reasonable? And so the
conservative finds a little treasure in the French Revolution, in the monstrosity
that set the world to an inferno not yet quenched. The conservative values the
yard more for the metre, not less.
The question of which of metric or customary measures is
better is one that cuts beyond the first responses to the bifurcation rending
Western civilization. No simple formula can conclude the debate; in the final
accounting, it ties to the ultimate issue of existence, whether man exists in a
cold, indifferent nature, aiming to conquer and subdue it – or whether man
takes part in an ancient and orderly dance, a minor but privileged participant
in the great work of creation.
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