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The Hour I First Believed

  by Wally Lamb

(about 953 pages)
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We’ve analyzed hundreds of millions of words, from thousands of different authors, training our linguistic models to recognize the most vivid words in the English language… the words that create the most intense sensory experiences: colors, textures, sounds, flavors, and aromas.

Based on our analysis, we’ve scanned through the pages of this book to find the two pages at the extremes, both the most-passive and the most-vivid pages, so that you can compare them side-by-side and see the difference:

he said. But farming would be cool. I was thinking about that the other day. Really? What would you cultivate? Pot? Poppies? I had said it to piss him off, but he smiled at me instead. Been clean and sober for 597 days now. But who‘s counting, right? I kept my face expressionless. Said nothing. If he was looking for a high five or a congratulatory pat on the back, he was going to have a long wait on his hands. He was going to have to fucking wait forever. The thing is,‖ he said. That morning? Just before she hit him? I was busting his stones. Scaring him, okay? I‘d just found out some shit about him, and I was threatening to tell my mom and everyone else who thought he was perfect. Which was basically everybody. But then he bolted, and bam… So, in a way, I‘m responsible, too. And I‘ve had to live with that, okay? That, and a whole bunch of other crap I did. Because if someone had to get killed that day, it should have been me, not Morgan. That‘s what my mother thinks, I guess. She still won‘t speak to me, have anything to do with me, and she probably never will. And if I could‘ve changed places with him, I would have done that for her. But I couldn‘t. The only thing I could do was deal with my shit and clean up my act. Get straight and stay that way. Work the steps… Which is why farming would be medical and dental offices, for the most part. The brick walkway leading to her door was lined with waist-high Indian statuary—Hindu gods and goddesses whose serene smiles and bared breasts belied the damp chill of the gray March day. The waiting room was narrow and nondescript. We were hanging up our coats when the inner office door swung open, and Dr. Patel emerged in a sari of brilliant blues and greens. Ah, yes, the Quirks. Come in, come in. She seemed genuinely happy to see us, but of course, she didn‘t know who we‘d become. Her office walls were painted a sunny yellow; the furniture, soft and comforting, was kiwi green. Mo and I sat on the sofa, and I was suddenly aware of how drab and monochromatic we were: she in her baggy gray sweater and black jeans, me in gray jeans and a gray UConn sweatshirt. The table between us held a small stack of magazines, a bubbling dish fountain. A terrarium, filled with lush, moist plants, was home to a fat leopard frog, turquoise and black. She fed us first: slices of mango on a pale green dish, a small bowl of cashews, a larger bowl, royal blue and white, that brimmed with strawberries. It‘s robbery, the price they ask for fruit out of season,‖ she said. But March is such a long and dreary month. One must treat oneself to small indulgences, yes? I nodded. Popped a strawberry in my mouth. It was so delicious that I ate

emotional story arc

Click anywhere on the chart to see the most significant emotional words — both positive & negative — from the corresponding section of the text…
This chart visualizes the the shifting emotional balance for the arc of this story, based on the emotional strength of the words in the prose, using techniques pioneered by the UVM Computational Story Lab. To create this story arc, we divided the complete manuscript text into 50 equal-sized chunks, each with 4764.60 words, and then we scored each section by counting the number of strongly-emotional words, both positive and negative. The bars in the chart move downward whenever there’s conflict and sadness, and they move upward when conflicts are resolved, or when the characters are happy and content. The size of each bar represents the positive or negative word-count of that section.

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