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He lay still for a moment more； and she said nothing； and then he went on with his thinking aloud。
〃Do you remember I've been saying this a long time now； that we have to live more creatively； not just as scavengers？ It's bad for us； I think； even psychologically。 Why； I was saying this way back even at the time when Jack was going to be born。〃
〃Yes； I remember。 You've said it a great many times； and yet； some way or other； it still seems easier just to keep on opening cans as long as there are plenty of cans in the grocery stores and warehouses。〃
〃But the end will e some time。 Then； what will people do？〃
〃Well； I suppose； whatever people there are then…they will just have to solve that problem for themselves。。。。 And； dear； I've always wished you wouldn't worry so much about it。 Things would be different if you had a lot of people who were like you； that thought about things a long way off。 But all you have are usual people like Ezra and George and me。 And we don't think that way。 Darwin…wasn't that his name？…said that we all came from apes or monkeys or something； and I suppose apes and monkeys and things like that never thought much about the future。 If we'd e from bees or ants； we might have planned out things ahead； or even if we had been trained like squirrels to store up nuts for the winter。〃
〃Yes； maybe。 But in the Old Times people thought about the future。 Look at the way they built up civilization。〃
〃And they had Dotty…what was her name？…and Charlie McCarthy； just like Ezra says。〃 Then suddenly she went off on another tangent。 〃And about all this scavenging business that worries you so much！ Is it so very different from what people used to do？ If you want some copper now； you go down to one of the hardware stores； and find a little copper wire； and take that and hammer it up。 In the Old Times； they just went and dug some copper out of a hill somewhere。 It maybe was copper ore and not just copper； but still they were scavenging in a way； for it was there all the time。 And as far as the food goes； they grew it by using up what was stored in the ground； and changing that into wheat。 We just take most of our stuff out of what is stored up somewhere else。 I don't know that there's too much difference！〃
The argument stopped him for a moment。 Then he rallied。 〃No； that's not just right either；〃 he said。 〃At least； they were more creative than we are。 They were a going concern。 They produced what they used as they went along。〃
〃I'm not too sure about that；〃 she said。 〃It seems to me I can remember reading even in cheap things like the Sunday supplements that we were always just at the point of running out of copper or oil； or were exhausting the soil so we wouldn't have anything to live on in the future。〃
Then from long experience； he knew that she was wanting to go to sleep。 He gave her the last word； and said nothing more。 But he himself lay awake； his thoughts still running fast。 He remembered clear back to times just after the Great Disaster when he had thought of ways in which civilization might again start to go。 Then he remembered how he had thought of change itself…how sometime it es from the inside of a man； reacting outward against the environment； and how sometimes the environment presses in against the man； forcing him to change。 Only the unusual man perhaps was strong enough to press outward against the world。
And from thinking of the unusual man； he went naturally to thinking of little Joey； the bright one with the quick eyes； the only one who seemed to follow all the things that Ish had been saying。 He tried to guess what Joey would be like when he grew older； and he thought how some day he might be able to talk to Joey。 He imagined the words。
〃You and I； Joey；〃 he would say； 〃we are alike； we understand！ Ezra and George and the others； they are good people。 They are good solid average people； and the world couldn't get along without having lots of them； but they have no spark。 We have to give the spark！〃
Then from thinking of Joey； who was at the top； his mind ran rapidly through the others； ending with Evie； who was at the bottom。 Should they have even kept Evie all these years？ He wondered。 There had been a word…euthanasia； wasn't it？for that kind of thing。 〃Mercy…killing；〃 they called it sometimes。 Yet who was qualified in a group like this to take the responsibility of removing someone like Evie； even though she was probably no source of happiness to herself nor to anyone else？ To do anything like that； he realized； they would have to have a power much stronger than the mere authority of an American father over his children； much stronger than that of the group of friends exercising a mild public opinion。 Something would happen some time； not necessarily about Evie of course。 But something would happen some time； and then they would have to organize and take stronger action。
His imagination stirred him so powerfully that he made a quick movement of his body； as if already he were taking countermeasures against whatever it was that might have happened。
Either Em had not been asleep； or else his sudden movement waked her。
〃What is it； dearest？' she said。 〃You jumped like some little dog that dreams it's chasing a lion！〃
〃Something's going to happen some time！〃 he said； speaking as if she already knew the course of his thoughts。
〃Yes； I know；〃 she said…and apparently she did know his thoughts。 〃And we're going to have to do something。 'Organize' I think is the word。 We're going to have to do something about what has happened。〃
〃You knew what I was thinking？〃
〃Well； you've said the same thing before； you know。 You've said it very often。 Especially around New Years you say it。 George talks about the refrigerator； and you talk about something going to happen。 Some way or other； nothing has happened yet。〃
〃Yes； but some time it will。 It's bound to！ Some year I'll be right。〃
〃All right； dearest。 Go on worrying。 You're probably the kind that don't feel fortable unless you've got something to worry about…and that particular worry； I guess； won't do you much harm。〃
She said nothing more； but she reached over and took him into her arms； and held him close。 From the touch of her body； as always； he took fort； and so he slept。
From the broken pipe of the aqueduct the water had now been gushing out like a small river during a period of several weeks。 No more water flowed on into the reservoirs。 At the same time； from thousands of leaks which had developed through the course of the years； from the many faucets left running at the time of the Great Disaster； from the major breaks occurring at the time of the earthquake…from all of them； the stored water ran out from the reservoirs； and their levels fell steadily。
Chapter 2
As Ish had expected； they did nothing。 Weeks passed。 There was no heaving and grunting of men as they carried the refrigerator up the hill； no click and crunch of spades preparing a garden plot。 Ish worried occasionally； but in general life drifted along； and even he could not be much concerned。 With his old student's habit of observing even when he did not participate； he often wondered just what might be happening。
Was it really； as he sometimes imagined； that all the individuals were still suffering under a kind of shock as the result of the sudden destruction of their old society？ His studies in anthropology supplied him with examples…the head…hunters and the plains Indians； who had lost the will to readjust and even the will to live； after their traditional way of life had rudely been made impossible。 If they could no longer go head…hunting or ride out to steal horses and take scalps； they had no desire for anything else either。 Or； with a mild climate and food…supplies easy to obtain； was there now simply no stimulus to change？ He could recollect possible examples of this kind also…some of the South Sea islanders； or those tropical peoples who。 lived chiefly on bananas。 Or was it something else？
Fortunately； he had enough background of philosophy and history to。keep his perspective。 He was actually； he realized； struggling to solve a problem which had baffled philosophers from the time when they had first bee conscious of problems at all。 He was facing the basic question of the dynamics of society。 What made a society change？ He； as a student； was more fortunate than Koheleth or Plato or Malthus or Toynbee。 He saw a society reduced in size until it had attained the simplicity of a laboratory experiment。 Yet； whenever he had arrived at this stage of argument； another thought cut across and disturbed the simplicity。 He began to feel himself less scientific but more human； to think more nearly as Em thought。 This society along San Lupo Drive was not really；a philosopher's neat microcosm； a small dip out of the general ocean of humanity。 No…it was a group of individuals。 It was Ezra and Em and the boys…yes； and Joey！ Change the individuals； and the whole situation changed。 Change even one individual！ In the place of Em； if we had had…well； say； Dotty Lamour？ Or； instead of George； one of those high…powered minds that he remembered from his Univer