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Nation, a cultural introduction

Getting to know the word from all angles...

Michal declines to consider the soundness of augmenting his humungous Fiction Corpus with some truly interesting stories; cites fatigueDictionary icon

I trust in the concept of enacting English as everybody's second language. I don't think highly of the tepid strategy by which English is presented for study.Pointer

Enriching one's finesse for a language isn't like introducing a bigger dam. A language - a spoken tongue - is not merely a tool that you can learn to wield with a greater amount of precision. A shared tongue can not be decoupled from the shared logic of a recognized nation of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.

To make students recite English is to deprive them of its cultural context. A capable teacher has to have a blueprint for introducing it; the bravest pupil goes out to seek it.

A dictionary can be an influential tool. The best dictionaries describe words based on a specific corpus, a body of writing of various scope and consistency. A corpus can contain anything from a book about literature to some really contemporary realistic fiction. I developed my "sensational" Fiction Corpus in order to form a specific kind of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in many different forms. It is a labor of love and listening.

I have drafted a million words and I have indexed them, reformulating them - not just to teach a language but to be an advocate for the human soul, and to propel that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.

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A Person is the Common Word that Answers the Question, "Who?"

The most frequently used words in Michal's Corpus that represent common persons

Help Promote Citizen Diplomacy With ArtOne of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

Strength and dignity are her clothing...

Proverbs 31:25

Author's Note: I have been enjoined from sharing the details of my true romance adventure until such time that the other party is prepared to present her perspective on the affair arrangement...Pointer

My plane touched down in Poland on June 20th. A month later I was in Austria. Two days later, Slovenia. The next day, Croatia. A week later, Italy. The next day, Switzerland. The next day, France. The next day, Germany. The next day, Belgium. The next day, Holland. All with a woman I had met my first weekend on the Continent.

I had come to Europe to experience European naturism, a movement whose philosophy matched my aesthetic of body acceptance and whose organizational structure and leadership I had thought almost exclusively restricted to the western half of the continent. I was shocked to learn that naturism had an official home in Poland, a country not especially known for its liberal culture. I was less shocked to discover that the home was owned by a Dutchman, but even more shocked to learn that it had been largely built by Margo.

I was from America, land of the free...home of the brave. She carried the weight of Old Europe...domestic and religious poverties...stifled creativity. Anger. Sadness. Yearning.

Margo and I spent over 40 days on the road. We started out as basically strangers, but in those 40 days we started listening to each other. We started teaching ourselves how to cooperate. Our journey across Europe may have ended, but our journey towards each other continues. No amount of fear, anger, sadness, disgust or anticipation can stop hope. Slowly but surely, we're learning how to beat the devils that abuse us.

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During our trip across Europe, Margo very bravely opened up to me and to the camera. It was a difficult thing to do considering the scars that she carries. I wanted to share with the world her often joyful, often sad, often angry but always liberating experience except that the Internet is full of pictures of naked women and men and full of trolls who abuse them.

I realized that what I really need to point out is not the openness that Margo and I cultivated between ourselves, but the darkness that continues to surround us. When I censor nudity, I do so in a way that does not compromise the integrity of the human body. In censoring the photographs that Margo and I took during our trip, I was quick to notice that in those pictures where Margo was at her most open, at her most unguarded and most relaxed, in a word, when she was herself and basking in the sun I was forced to blacken her completely.

Why does our society drive people into darkness? Why can we not accept ourselves as we are? Why can we not accept our bodies? Have we truly become eunuchs? Or are we capable of defying the sickness that pits us against each other? Together we could conquer the devils that abuse us.

Whether you enjoy being nude or not, whether you've been photographed nude or not, but especially if, for you, like for Margo, it's something you never thought you would do, consider submitting your own photograph to be published in a censored manner as a form of protest against the ubiquitous presence of the human body on the internet, naked or not, that is published and duplicated ad infinitum without context and without regard for the identity or the needs of the individual being depicted.

Michal's Dictionary:
Understanding the word Nation

A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word nation in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word nation, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.

By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.

The more you know about where the word nation is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of NationMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word nation.

Video of me pronouncing "nation."

Definition of NationMargo on a trampoline

The word nation refers to an imagined person that would exist if you could take all the people of a given geographical area and crush them in such a way that you couldn't tell where one body stopped and another began. It can also refer to a kind of artifact related to this mythical person.

Common use of nation in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. Police and thieves are scaring the nation with all their guns and ammunition.

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  2. We were told that we wouldn't engage in nation building under any circumstances whatsoever. Forget weapons of mass destruction.

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  3. I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word nation.

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  4. I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word nation.

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Usage of Nation in Michal's Fiction CorpusMargo on a trampoline

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Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.

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Nation, a morphological approach

I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word nation.

That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.

Table of Frequency for the Word "Nation."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word nationand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.

Margo stretching her arms
Percent Increase over next rankRANKWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
densecompetitivemodern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word nation, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Nation in Death to McDonalds

An aerial view of Dodger Stadium in the foreground, with an imaginary partially submerged Los Angeles behind

A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.

Frame #6116

i dont have the combination. the combination is on chase's phone. i gave chase's phone to harley. harley has the combination.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

23 December, 7:11 AM

Frame #6114

what am i still doing on this island. i should be in yorba linda by now. face to face with a safe full of cash. i have the combination.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

23 December, 7:09 AM

Frame #2171

kohls's up and running. hes taking his car. minipods must be just for disneyland. no surprise. i hear its their most popular destination.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

19 August, 8:55 AM

Frame #6161

i see the third man. hes got national guard insignia. a corporal i think. redbox says he hopped off one of the other trucks.

Justin Bieber

23 December, 7:56 AM

Frame #1235

an international arrest warrant was posted this morning. in the name of mr. benjamin paypal. that means the feds think he left the country.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

9 August, 8:50 AM

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Usage of Nation in The Gospel of Jesus H.

A picture of the planet Mars

An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.

From my seat in the middle of the booth, my view was unobstructed. I was gazing upon divine grace: the ultimate of mortal gifts - penultimate Gift! purest Womanhood! I was looking at Man's consternation, his pride, his instrument in Man's quest to be like God: to create! to love! to hold! But I did not yet know it. I was blinded by honor's undignified lust for vengeance. I sought my own brand of justice in that choked and choking room of self-conscious amusement, otioseness, and strife. I wanted to conquer, my child, not love. I looked upon that lovely figure with calculated intentions. I did not see her loveliness; I ignored her life, her needs, her desires, her hopes and dreams - they were unimportant. I saw myself and my own needs only, no matter what I claimed or thought I felt. I was not unimpaired; I was drunk: impatient: rushed by my own winds - not what I considered - and seriously so - to be the winds of destiny. Those were only breezes, unpredictable movements of air: the erratic impulses produced by circumstances in the landscape; they were not to be trusted. They were only whisperings - and if destiny had anything to do with them, they were only destiny's advances: wafting forward ideas and intimations, proposals, and the probability of misapprehension.

Verse 432 from the chapter called Bohemia

Your father dressed his top lieutenants in the national colors of Poland that day - not for any personal reasons but because the wardrobe was being provided by a right-wing Polish political party, which, having lost most of its parliamentary seats in that year's parliamentary elections, was, nevertheless, courting your father's support for its presidential candidate. Your father was saving as much money as possible for his Independent (Lower Silesian) Riflemen's Armored Brigade and its upcoming deployment to Mars, and, not having made any specific promises to the League of Polish Nuclear Families, was more than willing to allow them to outfit his men. After all, the wedding was taking place in Poland, in a Polish Church (the Sanctuary of Lichen), your mother was being married to a Pole - however disgraceful and corrupt a Pole - and therefore, there was no reason why your father, a very, very proud Pole himself, shouldn't have been wearing the old royal colors of red and white. In fact, your father took the liberty of reducing everyone's chest measurements by a small but significant margin, making sure that every single member of his party, after having trouble putting on his jacket, had appropriate posture.

Verse 13 from the chapter called Childhood

Nobody cared, especially not me or my family, not my friends or my school. There was only one thing I remembered about that war: my third grade class made ceramic medals for the soldiers. Mine said: FIGHTERS OF TRUTH! On the back it said: COME HOME! Your father's medal said: JOIN THE NATION! On the back it said: GOD MADE AMERICA FOR ME!

Verse 131 from the chapter called Childhood

Ten years before I was born, the first treaty designed to limit the amount of pollutants in the air was signed by the great powers. That year, negotiations began for the next treaty. The major problem was making the burden equitable, not an easy thing to do, considering how different each nation's economy was. After almost seven years of negotiations, an agreement was signed. However, it was never ratified by the U.S. Senate, owing to renewed tensions. Nevertheless, the great powers voluntarily observed the various limitations imposed by the treaty, and, three years later, the year I was born, negotiations began which, this time, focused on reducing, not just limiting, the amount of dangerous pollutants in the air. These negotiations did not produce a treaty until I was nine years old.

Verse 88 from the chapter called Childhood

Following the map was unnecessary: there was no doubt as to my destination. The only thing that worried me was what the gun was going to do once I got there. I took my time. Through the streets and alleyways of Wroclaw, my legs carried my body forward. I walked intoxicated by the atmosphere of dread, pain, fear, and corruption. I was killing myself slowly with each step, preparing myself for what lay ahead: what I thought would meet me around the corner. Not death: I was ready for that. For the first time in my life, I considered myself a man. What kind of man? I asked. Poor and destitute? Rich in what? Abandonment? Dejection? Sure. Vengeful feelings? No: those were still building. The truth was: I was very confused. My destiny lay before me like a brick wall.

Verse 835 from the chapter called Adolescence

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Usage of Nation in Sex for Children

A drawing of a man between a woman's legs in front of another man in a hospital bed

A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.

"Well," said Macy, "Lynnhaven was a very famous oyster - it's a river, actually, in Virginia: Lynnhaven. But it got so polluted that the oyster was declared inedible during the Seventies - all thanks to a little something called 'fecal contamination,' which is to say, dog shit - well, mostly dog shit. And, human shit." It was amazing how attractive Macy was when he was talking about shit.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 4, Meeting a Man in Austria, Paragraph 4, Clauses 7-11

Do you know what I'm talking about? Every time I began pouring water over that tiny head of hers, she would get extremely nervous. She would stand up in the bathtub and wave her arms about as if she were trying to fly. And, as the water came pouring down, she would squeeze her face as tightly as possible, fluttering those tiny little arms of hers. She blew raspberries to prevent the water from coming in. It was very cute - especially when the water was finished, because then she would smile, and, giggling, she would flap her arms about a few more times - but this time, much more forcefully, with determination: as if she were trying to assure us that she was indeed a very happy child.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 6, The Sixth Day, Part 1, Children & Education Reform, Section 1, Bathing Young Children, Paragraph 2

My imagination was so enthusiastic that before long my mind was completely exhausted from its pandering. But you know, my sister, this feeling has nothing to do with sexual arousal. The two are quite distinct. Now, as you can imagine, in the days before Albert's collapse, there was more than one opportunity for me to be sexual aroused. In fact, the Piano Kiss was only the crowning moment in a series of sexually stimulating encounters. And I confess: Indiana was making me very aroused. But throughout all that time, I suffered only one inflammation of the loins. And there was nothing sexual about it. Nor was there even a physical body present.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 5, Inflammation of the Loins, Paragraph 7

In my mind, I removed her thin sweater. I caressed her large hips and fondled her breasts. I was a child: in love with flesh, I loved playing with it, often getting tired of it, inevitably going back to it. There was an Asian woman sitting next to the white one. She must have been very young. She was small and almost pretty.

I imagined her naked. She was prettier that way, with her tiny breasts and her little hips. I saw the contrast between the two women. In my mind, I watched as they made love. I looked away.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 6, The Sixth Day, Part 1, Children & Education Reform, Section 8, Allowing For One's Imagination, Paragraphs 3-4

I wondered how many children she had suckled. She had a nice waist - with tremendous hips. The woman must have borne many children. I wondered if she were married. I wondered if she were loved. I imagined how sweetly I could make love to her. She was incredibly sexy with those big, bubbly breasts, with her exquisite fleshiness.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 6, The Sixth Day, Part 1, Children & Education Reform, Section 8, Allowing For One's Imagination, Paragraph 2

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Usage of Nation in Tsiga Tsiga Tsiga

Bullets whizzing by a statue of Nikola Tesla

A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.

His first idea was to secure himself. Patsy could feel something cutting into his skull. He carefully reached back and found a steel cable. Though sturdy, it was impossible to climb. He assumed there was a ferrule. His collar had to be running through a loop. How large a loop was important. In this position, it was too risky to find out.

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a frank discussion of the need for international cooperation

The window was too thick. He banged it with his fist. It hurt. He banged again. It was useless. He tried banging with both hands. The cable gave way. Patsy began screeching slowly towards the edge. It hurt a lot. Lifting his leg to assuage the burning, he dropped even faster. By the time he lifted his arm, his feet were dangling over. He made his peace with God.

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a pair of international cops who work together

"I apologize," said Patsy.

"It's alright," said Juanita, in a tone that Patsy could have sworn he had never heard her use before.

Lifting the table by its side, Patsy dragged it across the floor and lodged it high against a shelf. "You're so strong," said Juanita.

"How are you doing?" asked Patsy, removing the rope from the D-rings.

"Much better now, thank you."

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a pair of international cops who work together

Probable cause, for the Park Policeman, comes in many forms. For Patsy Peplowski, an excessive number of life jackets in combination with bright hot pants was cause enough. "I'm going in," he said. Turning to Juanita, he asked, "Can I borrow your gun?"

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring cop culture

All Patsy could think about was the young and beautiful woman who, before his very eyes, resembled the one who had dove into the water those many weeks ago. "Excuse me, Ms. Cartwright," said Patsy. "Do you happen to have a picture of your daughter naked?"

The woman was, naturally, flabbergasted. "I'm sorry," said Patsy. "Your daughter looks very familiar."

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a frank discussion of the need for international cooperation

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Usage of Nation in Sorry Ms. Jackson

Chiseled letters from an ancient stone tablet hanging on a wall

A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.

LESBIAN: I can put this one back. No one can accuse me of stealing it. I just borrowed it to show that some things in life are more important than others. Whom am I kidding? I took it to get into my landlady's panties. I'm a terrible human being. There have been worse than me - like the person who stabbed that poor girl sixty-two times: the first murderer this island has had to fear in more than one hundred and fifty years. Both suspect and victim were like me: alien to this place. Why did we come? What did we hope to find? Peace? We scared her off. Happiness? Satisfaction? Understanding? Why here? Why do we trespass on other people's land? It stands in our way - but of what? There's nothing beyond what's right in front of us at any given time. There's no way of knowing that unless you trespass. All that one can hope to do is make as little damage as possible along the way. We are all criminals, whether we like it or not. Though some of us are big and some of us small, we are all cut from the same dough. That's not the easiest thing to believe when one man robs or kills another man. What was my crime? Why am I punished? Why am I the only one who's alone? Or is it just my imagination? Are there others out there who can see me? Who know me? Who can feel my pain? If there are, I salute you. I would kiss you if I could. I can't, so I just say, 'Thank you.'

– ACT II, line 583

GREY GOOSE: Must you always be so oblivious?

MS. JACKSON: I demand an explanation.

FLETCHER: From whom?

MS. JACKSON: (to KOKOMO) You.

KOKOMO: I don't know anything.

MS. JACKSON: Fletcher.

FLETCHER: Mum's the word.

MS. JACKSON: Grey Goose.

GREY GOOSE: Alright. There's a bunch of money in the music box.

– ACT II, lines 402-410

LUKE: Why not? You've lived in peace for so long.

FLETCHER: If by peace you mean we've committed just about every crime except murder.

ALICE: Is that true?

MS. JACKSON: My son likes to exaggerate.

FLETCHER: Consider it. In a community of such close quarters with nowhere to go, the only thing you can't ignore is a dead body. Besides that, anything goes.

MS. JACKSON: Feel free to ignore my son's imagination.

FLETCHER: The next time I'm selected for a jury, I'm not going to lie when they ask me if I've ever been accused or been the victim of a crime.

ALICE: You lied?

FLETCHER: I said no.

MS. JACKSON: When have you been the victim of a crime?

– ACT I, lines 112-121

LUKE: No kidding.

FLETCHER: She's made forty-seven thousand dollars.

LUKE: Already?

FLETCHER: It's been quite some time. She left Fiji a few years back because of a bad situation. She's still trying to reach her mark. Much to my mother's consternation, neither charity nor her wages count towards her commitment. She hasn't been seeing many clients recently. I assume she's waiting for that special somebody who's prepared to put her out of business. Unfortunately, few people are willing to pay three thousand dollars for sex.

LUKE: She wouldn't do it for less, would she?

FLETCHER: It's not a profession to her anymore; it's a punishment: a debt of honor for losing her child.

LUKE: You can't bargain with that.

FLETCHER: You could be the last one. You could put an end to this misery. She deserves somebody who can appreciate what he's doing.

LUKE: Three thousand dollars is a lot of money.

FLETCHER: The peace of mind it brings is priceless.

– ACT I, lines 771-780

KOKOMO: I don't.

GREY GOOSE: You love it. You enjoy every minute of it.

KOKOMO: Like hell I do.

GREY GOOSE: You were born for it.

KOKOMO: That's a lie.

GREY GOOSE: You've said so yourself, haven't you? The day you popped out of your mother's hairy, little cunt, you realized you had to work for a living: you had to cry.

KOKOMO: You are an abomination.

GREY GOOSE: Who taught you to use big words like that?

KOKOMO: Certainly not you.

GREY GOOSE: You've been reading the bible. Get in there.

– ACT I, lines 861-870

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Usage of Nation in Miscellaneous Dingbats

The title of the book at the end of a string of miscellaneous dingbats

A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.

The case against Captain Orbitz stymied. The investigation plodded on. It was discovered that Orbitz had recently purchased a ship, the Nautilus. It was capable of inter-brane travel. He was seen in private conversation with an enginner from a planet abandoned by the Alliance to marauding Scutus forces. He was in constant contact with the lieutenant in charge of operating the prototype for an automated combat system. All of it curious. None of it meaningful. When the funding for the combat system was discontinued as part of a swath of spending cuts it generated the usual bitterness and threats among the interested parties. Among them turned out to be Orbitz. Within one microarcsecond of the announcement he tendered his resignation. It was an outrage. He was the poster child of the military. If he didn't want to be a courier anymore he could have a desk job. He could be a liaison. Or a recruiter. He didn't have to quit. According to Orbitz he could no longer serve a government that didn't safeguard its own citizens. As far as the Admiralty could tell he was referring to some outlying garbage planet. It was obscene.

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance written in honor of Stanislaw Lem, if you know who that is

We need only refer to nineteenth century French literature to confirm this. According to Anatole France, Saint Paphnutius was destroyed by a look. Struck by the sight of Thais on stage, as she played the role of pure-hearted Polyxena, lifting the curtain with her white arm, pride and resignation in her violet eyes, the hermit monk, sent to save the whore from her dissipation, grew so infatuated with her image, learning later she was on her death bed, surrounded by her fellow nuns, he begged her petulantly not to die, rejecting Heaven, as she rose, moments before her final breath, to proclaim a vision of God with such rapture in her eyes, it held for poor Paphnutius the profound emptiness of his own soul. He turned into a vampire. That is the power of a look.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may ease one's sense of discomfort depending on your outlook

"She went too far. Khrushchev was a fan of national communism. He wasn't an imperialist by choice. He wanted to be a farmer. His first wife died in a famine. He sent people to Siberia to develop millions of acres. He tried to build specialized farming towns. He wasn't focused on politics. Hungary could have done things quietly behind his back. He never would have found out."

"You're saying she should have cheated."

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that might calm one's sense of unease depending on your outlook

Indiana's unsolicited effort to inform, her continuous concern for speaking, that pressing aural nightmare which persists even after you've pledged to avoid its acoustical tyranny, that vocal plying, that musical stream of input once you've gotten used to it, that involuntary sickness betrayed something deliberately hushed, waiting in the dark, reaching for somebody's arm, whispering its presence as she punctuated her sentences, turning her head to stare vacantly past a shoulder for a moment to catch her breath, before turning once more to speak. It seemed like the panic of an animal who knows it's about to be eaten. It was tinged with a growing sense of resignation.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may ease one's sense of distaste depending on your outlook

I don't know who to thank for my fate. I know God has a lot to do with it. As does Putin. And my own imagination. And the many friends of mine at university. And Barack. And Obama. And Khalifa.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that describes what certain people go through, though hopefully you're not one of them

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Collocation of Nation in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Nation."

This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word nation that appears in the pair.

TypeWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
modern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "nation." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

Love is the answer...

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The art show that defies abuse

Natural + Life

Large Wall Art Depicting the Human Landscape

Life is a spinning sphere with Joy at one pole and Sadness at the other. Each continuously feeding its pair. Joy flanked by the emotions of Trust on one side, Surprise on the other. Trust leading to Anticipation; anticipation leading to Fear. Surprise leading to Disgust; disgust leading to Anger. Anger and Fear fueling our Sadness. Sadness giving way, in time, to Joy; through Hope, an orientation towards Love. Love, an openness towards Joy, Trust and Surprise; the sum of emotion; emotion amplified by others. Multiplied and divided, in equal parts. Such that to those from whom it has been subtracted, we must add. Until we are whole.

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    Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser for sale.

    Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed. Pointer

    From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  2. Felt handbag for sale

    Handcrafted felt handbag for sale.

    Felt bag by Dorota. Pointer

    Entirely hand-sewn. Base: polyester felt, 100% PE. Motif: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Unique and inimitable design. Inside: cotton fabric, closes with zipper, inside pocket. Available now for $220.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #2 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  3. Decorative collar for sale

    Handcrafted decorative collar for sale.

    Decorative collar by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #3 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  4. Seamless handbag for sale

    Handcrafted seamless handbag for sale.

    Handbag by Sylwia. Pointer

    Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #4 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  5. Patchwork quilt for sale

    Handcrafted patchwork quilt for sale.

    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

    Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #5 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  6. Nuno-felt shawl for sale

    Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl for sale.

    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

    Scarf made ​​with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #6 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  7. Clara the doll for sale

    Handcrafted clara the doll for sale.

    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

    Clara loves roses and greenery, adores tormenting spiders with long legs and sleeping soundly in the afternoon. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #7 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  8. Noah the doll for sale

    Handcrafted noah the doll for sale.

    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

    Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #8 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  9. Black suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted black suspenders for sale.

    Black suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  10. Orange suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted orange suspenders for sale.

    Orange suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  11. Green suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted green suspenders for sale.

    Green suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  12. Felt earrings for sale

    Handcrafted felt earrings for sale.

    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #12 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  13. Round ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted round ceramic earrings for sale.

    Round ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #13 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  14. Oblong ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings for sale.

    Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #14 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  15. 'Coral' necklace for sale

    Handcrafted 'coral' necklace for sale.

    Corals by Sylwia. Pointer

    Necklace made ​​of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser
Handcrafted felt handbag
Handcrafted decorative collar
Handcrafted seamless handbag
Handcrafted patchwork quilt
Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl
Handcrafted clara the doll
Handcrafted noah the doll
Handcrafted black suspenders
Handcrafted orange suspenders
Handcrafted green suspenders
Handcrafted felt earrings
Handcrafted round ceramic earrings
Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings
Handcrafted 'coral' necklace