The Long Afternoon of Capital
From the trading pits of LaSalle to the marble halls of Threadneedle Street, a quiet recalibration is underway — one that the mimeograph machines have not yet caught up with.
The equity markets, having spent the better part of the autumn in a state of uneasy levitation, returned this morning to the kind of measured deliberation that the older traders remember from the spring of 1973. There is, among the senior governors of the central banks, a discernible reluctance to say anything definitive — a reluctance which the ticker tape, in its slow mechanical patience, betrays with every passing minute.
A working paper distributed at the Brookings symposium last Tuesday suggested that the long-run Phillips relationship, presumed dead by the rational-expectations school of the late 1970s, may yet have one more chapter to dictate. The paper, hand-typed on a Selectric and circulated in carbon-copy among forty-two department chairs, has been the topic of every faculty lounge conversation from Cambridge to Chicago.
The bond market, for its part, continues to behave as it has always behaved when confronted with ambiguity: with a slight, cautious tightening of the spread, a subtle steepening of the curve, and an unhurried glance toward the door, in case anyone of consequence should walk in.
Across the Atlantic, the Bank for International Settlements has issued its quarterly review — printed, as is its custom, on heavy cream stock with a pale ochre cover — in which the term "secular stagnation" appears nineteen times and the phrase "animal spirits" appears, for the first time since 1981, exactly twice.