( He turns on him suddenly, reaches out a hand. ) Touch.
ROS clasps his hand. GUIL pulls him up to him.
GUIL ( more intensely): We have been spinning coins together since--- ( He releases him almost as violently. ) This is not the first time we have spun coins!
ROS: Oh no---we've been spinning coins for as long as I remember.
GUIL: How long is that?
ROS: I forget. Mind you---eighty-five times!
GUIL: Yes?
ROS: It'll take some beating, I imagine.
GUIL: Is that what you imagine? Is that it? No fear?
ROS: Fear?
GUIL ( in fury---flings a coin on the ground): Fear! The crack 4 might flood your brain with light!
ROS: Heads... ( He puts it in his bag. )
GUIL sits despondently. He takes a coin, spins it, lets it fall between his feet. He looks at it, picks it up, throws it to ROS who puts it in his bag. GUIL takes another coin, spins it, catches it, turns it over to his other hand, looks at it, and throws it to ROS , who pun in his bag. GUIL takes a third coin, spins it, catches it in his right hat turns it over onto his left wrist, lobs it in the air, catches it with his left hand, raises his left leg, throws the coil? up under it, catches it and turns it over on the top of his head, where it sits. ROS comes, looks at it, puts it in his bag.
ROS: I'm afraid
GUIL: So am I.
ROS: I'm afraid it isn't your day.
GUIL: I'm afraid it is.
Small pause.
ROS: Eighty-nine.
GUIL: it must be indicative of something, besides the redistribution of wealth. ( He muses. ) List of possible explanations. One: I'm willing it. Inside where nothing shows, I am the essence of a man spinning double-headed coins, and betting against himself in private atonement for an unremembered past. ( He spins a coin at ROS . ) ROS: Heads.
GUIL: Two: time has stopped dead, and the single experience of one coin being spun once has been repeated ninety times... ( He flips a coin, looks at it, tosses it to ROS . ) On the whole, doubtful. Three: divine intervention, that is to say, a good turn from above concerning him, cf. children of Israel, or retribution from above concerning me, cf.
Lot's wife. Four: a spectacular vindication of the principle that each individual coin spun individually ( he spins one) is as likely to come down heads as tails and therefore should cause no surprise each individual time it does. ( It does. He tosses it to ROS . ) ROS: I've never known anything like it!
GUIL: And a syllogism: One, he has never known anything like it. Two, he has never known anything to write home about. Three, it is nothing to write home about... Home...
What's the first thing you remember?
ROS: Oh, let's see... The first thing that comes into my head, you mean?
GUIL: No---the first thing you remember.
ROS: Ah. ( Pause. ) No, it's no good, it's gone. It was a long time ago.
GUIL ( patient but edged): You don't get my meaning. What is the first thing after all the things you've forgotten?
ROS: Oh I see. ( Pause. ) I've forgotten the question.
GUIL leaps up and paces.
GUIL: Are you happy?
ROS: What?
GUIL: Content? At ease?
ROS: I suppose so.
GUIL: What are you going to do now?
ROS: I don't know. What do You want to do?
GUIL: I have no desires. None. ( He stops pacing dead. ) There was a messenger... that's right.
We were sent for. ( He wheels at ROS and raps out:) Syllogism the second: One, probability is a factor which operates within natural forces. Two, probability is not operating as a factor. Three, we are now within un-, sub- or supernatural forces.
Discuss. (ROS is suitably startled. Acidly. ) Not too heatedly.
ROS: I'm sorry I---What's the matter with you?
GUIL: The scientific approach to the examination of phenomena is a defence against the pure emotion of fear. Keep tight hold and continue while there's time. Now counter to the previous syllogism: tricky one, follow me carefully, it may prove a comfort. If we postulate, and we just have, that within un-, sub- or supernatural forces the probability is that the law of probability will not operate as a factor, then we must accept that the probability of the first part will not operate as a factor, in which case the law of probability will operate as a factor within un-, sub- or supernatural forces. And since it obviously hasn't been doing so, we can take it that we are not held within un-, sub- or supernatural forces after all; in all probability, that is. Which is a great relief to me personally. ( Small pause. ) Which is all very well, except that---( He continues with tight hysteria, under control. ) We have been spinning coins together since I don't know when, and in all that time ( if it is all that time) I don't suppose either of us was more than a couple of gold pieces up or down. I hope that doesn't sound surprising because its very unsurprisingness is something I am trying to keep hold of. The equanimity of your average tosser of coins depends upon a law, or rather a tendency, or let us say a probability, or at any rate a mathematically calculable chance, which ensures that he will not upset himself by losing too much nor upset his opponent by winning too often.
This made for a kind of harmony and a kind of confidence. It related the fortuitous and the ordained into a reassuring union which we recognized as nature. The sun came up about as often as it went down, in the long run, and a coin showed heads about as often as it showed tails. Then a messenger arrived. We had been sent for. Nothing else happened. Ninety-two coins spun consecutively have come down heads ninety-two consecutive times... and for the last three minutes on the wind of a windless day I have heard the sound of drums and flute...
ROS ( cutting his fingernails): Another curious scientific phenomenon is the fact that the fingernails grow after death, as does the beard.
GUIL: What?
ROS ( loud): Beard!
GUIL: But you're not dead.
ROS ( irritated): I didn't say they started to grow after death! ( Pause, calmer. ) The fingernails also grow before birth, though not the beard.
GUIL: What?
ROS ( shouts): Beard! What's the matter with you? ( Reflectively. ) The toenails, on the other hand, never grow at all.
GUIL ( bemused): The toenails never grow at all?
ROS: Do they? It's a funny thing---I cut my fingernails all the 18 time, and every time I think to cut them, they need cutting. Now, for instance. And yet, I never, to the best of my knowledge, cut my toenails. They ought to be curled under my feet by now, but it doesn't happen. I never think about them. Perhaps I cut them absent- mindedly, when I'm thinking of something else.
