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Lamour？ Or； instead of George； one of those high…powered minds that he remembered from his University years…Professor Sauer； perhaps！ Again the situation would change。
Or would it？ Possibly not； for in the test the physical environment might be stronger； and might force the aberrant individuals into its mould。
But in one detail Ish thought that Em was wrong。 She did not need to fear that he was worrying too much about the situation and would end up with ulcers or a neurosis。 Instead； his observation of what was happening kept him interested in life。 At first； just after the Great Disaster； he had devoted himself to observing the changes in the world as the result of the disappearance of man。 After twenty…one years； however； the world had fairly well adjusted itself； and further changes were too slow to call for day…to…day or even month…to…month observation。 Now； however； the problem of society…its adjustment and reconstitution…had moved to the fore； and bee his chief interest。
Then at this point in the recurrent course of his thinking he always had to correct himself again。 He could not； and should not； be merely the observer and student。 Plato and the others…each of them could merely watch and ment； even cynically； if he so felt。 Through his writings he might influence future generations； but he himself was in no appreciable way responsible for the growth and development of the society in which he lived。 Only now and then had the scholar also bee the ruler…Marcus Aurelius； Thomas More； Woodrow Wilson。 To be sure； Ish realized that he himself was not a ruler exactly； but he was the man of ideas； the thinker； in a munity of only a few individuals。 Necessarily the others turned to him in their rare times of trouble； and if any real emergency should arise； he would almost certainly have to assume leadership。
The thought had already in the course of the years sent him to the City Library after books about scholars who had also bee rulers。 Their fates were not forting。 Marcus Aurelius had worn himself out； body and soul； in bloody and fruitless campaigns on the Danube frontier。 Thomas More had gone to the scaffold； and afterwards； ironically； he had been canonized as a martyr of the Church。 The biographers often called Wilson a martyr also； although no Church of Peace had made him St。 Woodrow。 No； the scholar in power had not prospered notably。 Yet he； Ish； in a munity which even yet numbered only thirty…six people； was so placed that he probably could wield more influence in the shaping of its future than an emperor or a chancellor or a president in the Old Times。
Heavy rains in the week after New Years had slowed the falling of the water level in the reservoir。 Then； a little earlier than usual； came the mid…winter dry spell。
Like the blood of some leviathan oozing from a hundred thousand pinpricks； the life…giving water flowed away through open faucets and leaking joints and broken pipes。
And now； where the still…standing gauge showed that the depth had recently been twenty feet； only a thin skin of water covered the bottom of the reservoir。
When Ish woke up that morning； he realized that it was a fine sunny day； and that he had slept well and was rested。 Em was gone from the bed； and he heard the familiar little sounds from downstairs which meant that breakfast would soon be ready。 He lay still for a few minutes； thoroughly enjoying himself； ing back more slowly than usual to full consclousness。 He felt it a very fortunate circumstance to be able to lie in bed a little while longer if you wished； not merely on Sunday morning； but on any morning。 There was no sharp looking at clocks； in the life that they lived now； and no need for him or for anyone else； to catch the 7：53 train。 He was living a life of greater freedom than anyone could possibly have lived in the Old Times。 Perhaps； with his special temperament he was even living more happily now than he could have lived then。
When he felt ready； he got up and shaved。 There was no hot water； but he did not care about that particularly。 As a matter of fact； nobody would have minded if he had not shaved at all； but he liked the sense of cleanliness and stimulation that the shave gave him。
He dressed…a new sport shirt and a pair of blue jeans。 He stuck his feet into some fortable slippers； went slopping down stairs； and steered toward the kitchen。
As he came to the door； he heard Em say； rather more sharply than she was used to speak； 〃Josey child； why don't you turn that faucet farther； so you can really get some water？〃
〃But； Mommie； it is turned on； as hard as I can turn it。〃
Ish； ing into the kitchen； saw that Josey was holding the tea…kettle in the sink under the faucet； and that only a trickle of water was running。
〃Morning！〃 he said。 〃I guess I'll have to get George to e over and fix up that plumbing a little bit。 Josey； why don't you run out into the garden； and get some water from one of the outside faucets？〃
Josey trotted off agreeably； and when she was gone； Ish took the opportunity to kiss Em； and to tell her what he was planning for the day。 Josey was gone for a little while； and then came back with the kettle full。
〃The water out there ran faster for a little while； and then it just died out to a trickle； too；〃 she said； setting the kettle on the gasoline stove。
〃That's a nuisance！〃 said Em。 〃We'll need more water for washing the dishes。〃
Ish recognized the tone of voice。 This was one of the times when a crisis was laid directly at the feet of the menfolk to do something about。
Breakfast was served on the dining…room table； and the table looked just about the way it might have looked in the Old Times。 Ish sat at one end； and Em at the other。 They had only four children at home now。 Robert； who was sixteen； and almost fully grown up； according to the standards of The Tribe； sat on one side。 Beside him was Walt； who was twelve； and very big and active for his age。 And on the other side； close to the kitchen door； sat Joey and Josey； part of whose work was to help with breakfast； by aiding with the cooking and setting of the table； and running in and out to wait on table and helping to wash the dishes afterwards。
As he sat down； Ish could not help thinking how little this particular scene differed from what it might have been in the Old Times。 To be sure； he would never have expected then to be the father of so many children。 But； granting the numbers； the family group was just what it might have been at any time in almost any society…father； mother； and children； tightly grouped to form the basic social unit； so basic in fact that it might be considered biological rather than social。 After all； he thought； the family was the toughest of all human institutions。 It had preceded civilization； and so it naturally survived afterwards。
There was grapefiruit…juice； out of cans； of course。 Ish had long since begun to doubt seriously whether after all this time there was anything valuable in the way of vitamins left in canned juices。 Even the taste had gone flat。 But they continued drinking it； because it felt good on the stomach； even though there might not be any vitamins； and at worst it probably was doing them no harm。 There were no eggs； because there had been no hens since the Great Disaster。 There was no bacon； either； because canned or； glassed bacon was hard to find now and there were no pigs in this vicinity； as far as they had ever discovered。 But they had beef…ribs； braised and well browned； which were a fairly good substitute for bacon； even to Ish's taste。 The children； of course； liked nothing better。 In fact； they made the principal part of their breakfast on the beef…ribs because they had grown up being largely meat…eaters and expecting or wanting little else。 Ish and Em； on the contrary； had always been used to having toast or cereal； and now that the rats and weevils had ruined all flour and packaged cereals； they had hominy； from cans； cooked up so as to be something like a breakfast…food。 They ate it with canned milk and to sweeten it there was white corn…syrup； because lately they had been unable to find any sugar that rats and weather had spared。 The grownups also had coffee。 Ish used milk and …syrup in his； Em had always preferred hers black and unsweetened anyway。 The vacuum…packed coffee； like the grapefruit juice； had lost much of its flavor。
They had settled gradually upon this menu as their standard one for breakfast。 Except perhaps for lack of vitamins； it seemed to offer a fairly well balanced meal； and to supply vitamins they had fresh fruit whenever they could find any； though now that blight and insects and rabbits had ruined the orchards； there was little fruit to be had； except for wild strawberries and blackberries； a few wormy apples； and some sour plums from trees gone wild。 On the whole； however； Ish found it a satisfying breakfast。
After he had finished； Ish slumped into an easy…chair in the living room； picked a cigarette from the humidifier； and lighted it。 But the cigarette was not very satisfactory。 They were no longer able to find vacuum…packed ones； and the ordinary ones had dried out almost pletely in the pa