Microscopes and lucky charms

Microscopes and lucky charms

Robert Hooke's drawing of a flea from “Micrographia” (1665)

Originally published 1 August 2004

For any­one inter­est­ed in the his­to­ry of sci­ence, Lon­don and its envi­rons are a liv­ing muse­um. Per­haps only ancient Alexan­dria — the city of Archimedes, Euclid, Aristarchus, Eratos­thenes, Hip­parchus, and Eudox­os — came near to approach­ing Lon­don as a cen­ter of sci­en­tif­ic creativity.

No part of Lon­don’s sci­en­tif­ic his­to­ry was live­li­er than the reign of Charles II.

Charles came to the throne in 1660, after Eng­land’s trou­bled exper­i­ment with non-roy­al rule under the vio­lent and puri­tan­i­cal Oliv­er Cromwell. With the restored monar­chy, Lon­don­ers enjoyed a gay old debauch, fol­low­ing the exam­ple of their fun-lov­ing prince. Dra­ma, arts, and lit­er­a­ture flour­ished. Sci­ence too.

Any­one who has stud­ied physics in sec­ondary school or col­lege has heard of Hooke’s Law of Elas­tic­i­ty, Boyle’s Law of Gas­es, and New­ton’s Laws of Motion. Many more peo­ple are famil­iar with Pepys’s Diary and Hal­ley’s Comet. These epony­mous gen­tle­men glit­tered in the intel­lec­tu­al fir­ma­ment of late-17th cen­tu­ry Lon­don, a city with one-fifth the pop­u­la­tion of present-day Toron­to. They knew each oth­er, and fed off one anoth­er’s curios­i­ty. Togeth­er they estab­lished the Roy­al Soci­ety, the first bona fide sci­en­tif­ic orga­ni­za­tion. They can fair­ly be called the first mod­erns, and that is exact­ly what they under­stood them­selves to be.

In 1675, fif­teen years into his reign, Charles found­ed the Roy­al Obser­va­to­ry at Green­wich. Christo­pher Wren designed the build­ing, with the assis­tance of Robert Hooke. John Flam­steed was appoint­ed first Astronomer Roy­al, and it was to Green­wich that Isaac New­ton came for obser­va­tion­al con­fir­ma­tion of his the­o­ry of uni­ver­sal gravitation.

New ideas were in the air, new ways of wrest­ing knowl­edge from nature. Samuel Pepys, the diarist, was typ­i­cal of the age. He was a gov­ern­ment bureau­crat, not a sci­en­tist. Nev­er­the­less he was swept along by the excite­ment. He pur­chased every new sci­ence book that came off the press and strug­gled to under­stand it. He bought a micro­scope and a tele­scope and almost every oth­er device that defined the new exper­i­men­tal age. And he cul­ti­vat­ed the friend­ship of sci­en­tists. In 1665 he was elect­ed to mem­ber­ship in the Roy­al Soci­ety; lat­er, he became its president.

A new age was being born, defined by a con­vic­tion that the world is ruled by nat­ur­al laws that can be dis­cov­ered by human rea­son. But the old ways lin­gered. One moment Pepys might be observ­ing an exper­i­ment on blood trans­fu­sion, and the next he is at Char­ing Cross to see some per­ceived ene­my of the realm drawn and quar­tered as a kind of spec­ta­tor sport. One moment he lis­tens to Robert Hooke spec­u­late that comets are peri­od­ic objects that obey exact mechan­i­cal laws, and the next he wor­ries that the year 1666 is char­ac­ter­ized by “666,” the num­ber of the Beast of the Apocalypse.

In his diary entry for Jan­u­ary 21, 1665, Pepys attrib­ut­es his good health to the influ­ence of his new rab­bit’s foot, a lucky charm. Then he sits up late read­ing Hooke’s Micro­graphia, a book that records some of the first sci­en­tif­ic obser­va­tions with a micro­scope. Among the famous illus­tra­tions in that book is one of a flea, sketched by Hooke with every bris­tle, crease and scale, and pub­lished in the very year that plague rav­aged Lon­don, killing thou­sands and vir­tu­al­ly shut­ting down the city. We now know that the dis­ease is caused by flea-borne bacteria.

We no longer par­tic­i­pate in pub­lic exe­cu­tions, car­ry rab­bit’s feet, wor­ry about apoc­a­lypse, fear comets, or die of plague. Or at least most of us don’t in the devel­oped west­ern world, where, since the late-17th cen­tu­ry, sci­ence has held sway. And the rea­son, of course, is rea­son—as embod­ied in the sci­en­tif­ic way of know­ing cre­at­ed by the vir­tu­osos and savants of the Roy­al Society.

It is per­haps not a coin­ci­dence that mod­ern sci­ence got its insti­tu­tion­al start dur­ing the reign of the debauched Charles II. For all of his sor­ry human fail­ings, the monarch encour­aged reli­gious tol­er­ance, artis­tic vivac­i­ty, and intel­lec­tu­al free­dom. If his­to­ry is a guide, sci­ence thrives best in soci­eties that are sec­u­lar, demo­c­ra­t­ic and free.

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