"You"re twenty-five?" He pondered. "Maybebut your chances are picking up again; the curve is swinging up. Any- how, remember you are just one statistic; the curve applies to the group. Some girls get married every year anyhow."
"Don"t call me a statistic."
"Sorry. And marriages match up with acreage planted to wheat, with wheat cresting ahead. You could almost say that planting wheat makes people get married."
"Sounds silly."
"It is silly. The whole notion of cause-and-effect is proba- bly superst.i.tion. But the same cycle shows a peak in house building right after a peak in marriages, every time."
"Now that makes sense."
"Does it? How many newlyweds do you know who can afford to build a house? You might as well blame it on wheat acreage. We don"t know why; it just is."
"Sun spots, maybe?"
"You can correlate sun spots with stock prices, or Colum- bia River salmon, or women"s skirts. And you are just as much justified in blaming short skirts for sun spots as you are in blaming sun spots for salmon. We don"t know. But the curves go on just the same."
"But there has to be some reason behind it."
"Does there? That"s mere a.s.sumption. A fact has no "why."
There it stands, self demonstrating. Why did you take your clothes off today?"
She frowned. "That"s not fair."
"Maybe not. But I want to show you why I"m worried."
He went into the bedroom, came out with a large roll of tracing paper. "We"ll spread it on the floor. Here they are, all of them. The 54-year cyclesee the Civil War there? See how it matches in? The 18 & % year cycle, the 9-plus cycle, the 41-month shorty, the three rhythms of sun spots everything, all combined in one grand chart. Mississippi
River floods, fur catches in Canada, stock market prices, marriages, epidemics, freight-car loadings, bank clearings, locust plagues, divorces, tree growth, wars, rainfall, earth magnetism, building construction patents applied for, mur- dersyou name it; I"ve got it there."
She stared at the bewildering array of wavy lines. "But,
Potty, what does it mean?"
"It means that these things all happen, in regular rhythm, whether we like. it or not. It means that when skirts are due to go up, all the stylists in Paris can"t make "em go down.
It means that when prices are going down, all the controls and supports and government planning can"t make "em go up." He pointed to a curve. "Take a look at the grocery ads.
Then turn to the financial page and read how the Big Brains try to double-talk their way out of it. It means that when an epidemic is due, it happens, despite all the public health efforts. It means we"re lemmings."
She pulled her lip. "I don"t like it. 1 am the master of my fate," and so forth. I"ve got free will, Potty. I know I have
I can feel it."
"I imagine every little neutron in an atom bomb feels the same way. He can go spungi or he can sit still, just as he pleases. But statistical mechanics work out anyhow. And the bomb goes offwhich is what I"m leading up to. See anything odd there, Meade?"
She studied the chart, trying not to let the curving lines confuse her. "They sort of bunch up over at the right end."
"You"re dem tootin" they dol See that dotted vertical line?
That"s right nowand things are bad enough. But take a look at that solid vertical; that"s about six months from now and that"s when we get it. Look at the cyclesthe long ones, the short ones, all of them. Every single last one of them reaches either a trough or a crest exactly onor almost on that line."
"That"s bad?"
"What do you think? Three of the big ones troughed in
1929 and the depression almost ruined us . . . even with the big 54-year cycle supporting things. Now we"ve got the big one troughingand the few crests are not things that help. I mean to say, tent caterpillars and influenza don"t do us any good, Meade, if statistics mean anything, this tired old planet hasn"t seen a jackpot like this since Eve went into the apple business. I"m scared."
She searched his face. "Potty you"re not simply having fun with me? You know I can"t check up on you."
"I wish to heaven I were. No, Meade, I can"t fool about numbers; I wouldn"t know how. This is it. The Year of the
Jackpot."
She was very silent as he drove her home. As they ap- proached West Los Angeles, she said, "Potty?"
"Yes, Meade?"
"What do we do about it?"
"What do you do about a hurricane? You pull in your ears. What can you do about an atom bomb? You try to out-guess it, not be there when it goes off. What else can you do?"
"Oh." She was silent for a few moments, then added,
"Potty? Will you tell me which way to jump?"
"Hub? Oh, sure! If I can figure it out."
He took her to her door, turned to go. She said, "Pottyl"
He faced her. "Yes, Meade?"
She grabbed his head, shook itthen kissed him fiercely on the mouth. "Thereis that just a statistic?"
"Uh, no."
"It had better not be," she said dangerously. "Potty, I think I"m going to have to change your curve."
II.
"RUSSIANS REJECT UN NOTE".
"MISSOURI FLOOD DAMAGE EXCEEDS 1951 BECORD".
"MISSISSIPPI MESSIAH DEFIES COURT".
"NUDIST CONVENTION STORMS BAILEY"S BEACH".