Random Permutation Statistics - Expected Number of Cycles of Any Length of A Random Permutation

Expected Number of Cycles of Any Length of A Random Permutation

We construct the bivariate generating function using, where is one for all cycles (every cycle contributes one to the total number of cycles).

Note that has the closed form

and generates the unsigned Stirling numbers of the first kind.

We have

 \frac{\partial}{\partial u} g(z, u) \Bigg|_{u=1} =
\frac{1}{1-z} \sum_{k\ge 1} b(k) \frac{z^k}{k} =
\frac{1}{1-z} \sum_{k\ge 1} \frac{z^k}{k} =
\frac{1}{1-z} \log \frac{1}{1-z}.

Hence the expected number of cycles is, or about .

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