The Social Cancer - 25

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a little of this couple whose acquaintance we made slightly in the
first chapters.
Doña Victorina was a lady of forty and five winters, which were
equivalent to thirty and two summers according to her arithmetical
calculations. She had been beautiful in her youth, having had, as
she used to say, 'good flesh,' but in the ecstasies of contemplating
herself she had looked with disdain on her many Filipino admirers,
since her aspirations were toward another race. She had refused to
bestow on any one her little white hand, not indeed from distrust,
for not a few times had she given jewelry and gems of great value to
various foreign and Spanish adventurers. Six months before the time of
our story she had seen realized her most beautiful dream,--the dream
of her whole life,--for which she might scorn the fond illusions
of her youth and even the promises of love that Capitan Tiago had
in other days whispered in her ear or sung in some serenade. Late,
it is true, had the dream been realized, but Doña Victorina, who,
although she spoke the language badly, was more Spanish than Augustina
of Saragossa, [115] understood the proverb, "Better late than never,"
and found consolation in repeating it to herself. "Absolute happiness
does not exist on earth," was another favorite proverb of hers,
but she never used both together before other persons.
Having passed her first, second, third, and fourth youth in casting
her nets in the sea of the world for the object of her vigils, she had
been compelled at last to content herself with what fate was willing
to apportion her. Had the poor woman been only thirty and one instead
of thirty and two summers--the difference according to her mode of
reckoning was great--she would have restored to Destiny the award it
offered her to wait for another more suited to her taste, but since
man proposes and necessity disposes, she saw herself obliged in her
great need for a husband to content herself with a poor fellow who had
been cast out from Estremadura [116] and who, after wandering about
the world for six or seven years like a modern Ulysses, had at last
found on the island of Luzon hospitality and a withered Calypso for
his better half. This unhappy mortal, by name Tiburcio Espadaña, was
only thirty-five years of age and looked like an old man, yet he was,
nevertheless, younger than Doña Victorina, who was only thirty-two. The
reason for this is easy to understand but dangerous to state.
Don Tiburcio had come to the Philippines as a petty official in the
Customs, but such had been his bad luck that, besides suffering
severely from seasickness and breaking a leg during the voyage,
he had been dismissed within a fortnight, just at the time when he
found himself without a cuarto. After his rough experience on the sea
he did not care to return to Spain without having made his fortune,
so he decided to devote himself to something. Spanish pride forbade
him to engage in manual labor, although the poor fellow would gladly
have done any kind of work in order to earn an honest living. But the
prestige of the Spaniards would not have allowed it, even though this
prestige did not protect him from want.
At first he had lived at the expense of some of his countrymen, but in
his honesty the bread tasted bitter, so instead of getting fat he grew
thin. Since he had neither learning nor money nor recommendations he
was advised by his countrymen, who wished to get rid of him, to go to
the provinces and pass himself off as a doctor of medicine. He refused
at first, for he had learned nothing during the short period that he
had spent as an attendant in a hospital, his duties there having been
to dust off the benches and light the fires. But as his wants were
pressing and as his scruples were soon laid to rest by his friends
he finally listened to them and went to the provinces. He began by
visiting some sick persons, and at first made only moderate charges,
as his conscience dictated, but later, like the young philosopher
of whom Samaniego [117] tells, he ended by putting a higher price
on his visits. Thus he soon passed for a great physician and would
probably have made his fortune if the medical authorities in Manila
had not heard of his exorbitant fees and the competition that he was
causing others. Both private parties and professionals interceded for
him. "Man," they said to the zealous medical official, "let him make
his stake and as soon as he has six or seven thousand pesos he can
go back home and live there in peace. After all, what does it matter
to you if he does deceive the unwary Indians? They should be more
careful! He's a poor devil--don't take the bread from his mouth--be a
good Spaniard!" This official was a good Spaniard and agreed to wink at
the matter, but the news soon reached the ears of the people and they
began to distrust him, so in a little while he lost his practise and
again saw himself obliged almost to beg his daily bread. It was then
that he learned through a friend, who was an intimate acquaintance of
Doña Victorina's, of the dire straits in which that lady was placed
and also of her patriotism and her kind heart. Don Tiburcio then saw
a patch of blue sky and asked to be introduced to her.
Doña Victorina and Don Tiburcio met: _tarde venientibus ossa_,
[118] he would have exclaimed had he known Latin! She was no longer
passable, she was passée. Her abundant hair had been reduced to a knot
about the size of an onion, according to her maid, while her face was
furrowed with wrinkles and her teeth were falling loose. Her eyes,
too, had suffered considerably, so that she squinted frequently in
looking any distance. Her disposition was the only part of her that
remained intact.
At the end of a half-hour's conversation they understood and accepted
each other. She would have preferred a Spaniard who was less lame,
less stuttering, less bald, less toothless, who slobbered less when he
talked, and who had more "spirit" and "quality," as she used to say,
but that class of Spaniards no longer came to seek her hand. She
had more than once heard it said that opportunity is pictured as
being bald, and firmly believed that Don Tiburcio was opportunity
itself, for as a result of his misfortunes he suffered from premature
baldness. And what woman is not prudent at thirty-two years of age?
Don Tiburcio, for his part, felt a vague melancholy when he thought of
his honeymoon, but smiled with resignation and called to his support
the specter of hunger. Never had he been ambitious or pretentious; his
tastes were simple and his desires limited; but his heart, untouched
till then, had dreamed of a very different divinity. Back there in his
youth when, worn out with work, he lay doom on his rough bed after
a frugal meal, he used to fall asleep dreaming of an image, smiling
and tender. Afterwards, when troubles and privations increased and
with the passing of years the poetical image failed to materialize,
he thought modestly of a good woman, diligent and industrious, who
would bring him a small dowry, to console him for the fatigues of
his toil and to quarrel with him now and then--yes, he had thought of
quarrels as a kind of happiness! But when obliged to wander from land
to land in search not so much of fortune as of some simple means of
livelihood for the remainder of his days; when, deluded by the stories
of his countrymen from overseas, he had set out for the Philippines,
realism gave, place to an arrogant mestiza or a beautiful Indian with
big black eyes, gowned in silks and transparent draperies, loaded
down with gold and diamonds, offering him her love, her carriages,
her all. When he reached Manila he thought for a time that his dream
was to be realized, for the young women whom he saw driving on the
Luneta and the Malecon in silver-mounted carriages had gazed at him
with some curiosity. Then after his position was gone, the mestiza and
the Indian disappeared and with great effort he forced before himself
the image of a widow, of course an agreeable widow! So when he saw
his dream take shape in part he became sad, but with a certain touch
of native philosophy said to himself, "Those were all dreams and in
this world one does not live on dreams!" Thus he dispelled his doubts:
she used rice-powder, but after their marriage he would break her
of the habit; her face had many wrinkles, but his coat was torn and
patched; she was a pretentious old woman, domineering and mannish,
but hunger was more terrible, more domineering and pretentious still,
and anyway, he had been blessed with a mild disposition for that very
end, and love softens the character. She spoke Spanish badly, but he
himself did not talk it well, as he had been told when notified of his
dismissal Moreover, what did it matter to him if she was an ugly and
ridiculous old woman? He was lame, toothless, and bald! Don Tiburcio
preferred to take charge of her rather than to become a public charge
from hunger. When some friends joked with him about it, he answered,
"Give me bread and call me a fool."
Don Tiburcio was one of those men who are popularly spoken of as
unwilling to harm a fly. Modest, incapable of harboring an unkind
thought, in bygone days he would have been made a missionary. His stay
in the country had not given him the conviction of grand superiority,
of great valor, and of elevated importance that the greater part
of his countrymen acquire in a few weeks. His heart had never been
capable of entertaining hate nor had he been able to find a single
filibuster; he saw only unhappy wretches whom he must despoil if he
did not wish to be more unhappy than they were. When he was threatened
with prosecution for passing himself off as a physician he was not
resentful nor did he complain. Recognizing the justness of the charge
against him, he merely answered, "But it's necessary to live!"
So they married, or rather, bagged each other, and went to Santa Ann
to spend their honeymoon. But on their wedding-night Doña Victorina
was attacked by a horrible indigestion and Don Tiburcio thanked God
and showed himself solicitous and attentive. A few days afterward,
however, he looked into a mirror and smiled a sad smile as he gazed
at his naked gums, for he had aged ten years at least.
Very well satisfied with her husband, Doña Victorina had a fine
set of false teeth made for him and called in the best tailors of
the city to attend to his clothing. She ordered carriages, sent to
Batangas and Albay for the best ponies, and even obliged him to keep a
pair for the races. Nor did she neglect her own person while she was
transforming him. She laid aside the native costume for the European
and substituted false frizzes for the simple Filipino coiffure, while
her gowns, which fitted her marvelously ill, disturbed the peace of
all the quiet neighborhood.
Her husband, who never went out on foot,--she did not care to have his
lameness noticed,--took her on lonely drives in unfrequented places to
her great sorrow, for she wanted to show him off in public, but she
kept quiet out of respect for their honeymoon. The last quarter was
coming on when he took up the subject of the rice-powder, telling her
that the use of it was false and unnatural. Doña Victorina wrinkled
up her eyebrows and stared at his false teeth. He became silent,
and she understood his weakness.
She placed a _de_ before her husband's surname, since the _de_ cost
nothing and gave "quality" to the name, signing herself "Victorina
de los Reyes _de_ De Espadaña." This _de_ was such a mania with her
that neither the stationer nor her husband could get it out of her
head. "If I write only one _de_ it may be thought that you don't have
it, you fool!" she said to her husband. [119]
Soon she believed that she was about to become a mother, so she
announced to all her acquaintances, "Next month De Espadaña and I are
going to the _Penyinsula_. I don't want our son to be born here and
be called a revolutionist." She talked incessantly of the journey,
having memorized the names of the different ports of call, so that
it was a treat to hear her talk: "I'm going to see the isthmus in the
Suez Canal--De Espadaña thinks it very beautiful and De Espadaña has
traveled over the whole world." "I'll probably not return to this
land of savages." "I wasn't born to live here--Aden or Port Said
would suit me better--I've thought so ever since I was a girl." In
her geography Doña Victorina divided the world into the Philippines
and Spain; rather differently from the clever people who divide it
into Spain and America or China for another name.
Her husband realized that these things were barbarisms, but held his
peace to escape a scolding or reminders of his stuttering. To increase
the illusion of approaching maternity she became whimsical, dressed
herself in colors with a profusion of flowers and ribbons, and appeared
on the Escolta in a wrapper. But oh, the disenchantment! Three months
went by and the dream faded, and now, having no reason for fearing
that her son would be a revolutionist, she gave up the trip. She
consulted doctors, midwives, old women, but all in vain. Having to the
great displeasure of Capitan Tiago jested about St. Pascual Bailon,
she was unwilling to appeal to any saint. For this reason a friend
of her husband's remarked to her:
"Believe me, señora, you are the only _strong-spirited_ person in
this tiresome country."
She had smiled, without knowing what _strong-spirited_ meant, but that
night she asked her husband. "My dear," he answered, "the s-strongest
s-spirit that I know of is ammonia. My f-friend must have s-spoken
f-figuratively."
After that she would say on every possible occasion, "I'm the only
ammonia in this tiresome country, speaking figuratively. So Señor
N. de N., a Peninsular gentleman of quality, told me."
Whatever she said had to be done, for she had succeeded in dominating
her husband completely. He on his part did not put up any great
resistance and so was converted into a kind of lap-dog of hers. If
she was displeased with him she would not let him go out, and when
she was really angry she tore out his false teeth, thus leaving him
a horrible sight for several days.
It soon occurred to her that her husband ought to be a doctor of
medicine and surgery, and she so informed him.
"My dear, do you w-want me to be arrested?" he asked fearfully.
"Don't be a fool! Leave me to arrange it," she answered. "You're
not going to treat any one, but I want people to call you _Doctor_
and me _Doctora_, see?"
So on the following day Rodoreda [120] received an order to engrave on
a slab of black marble: DR. DE ESPADAÑA, SPECIALIST IN ALL KINDS OF
DISEASES. All the servants had to address them by their new titles,
and as a result she increased the number of frizzes, the layers of
rice-powder, the ribbons and laces, and gazed with more disdain than
ever on her poor and unfortunate countrywomen whose husbands belonged
to a lower grade of society than hers did. Day by day she felt more
dignified and exalted and, by continuing in this way, at the end of
a year she would have believed herself to be of divine origin.
These sublime thoughts, however, did not keep her from becoming older
and more ridiculous every day. Every time Capitan Tiago saw her and
recalled having made love to her in vain he forthwith sent a peso to
the church for a mass of thanksgiving. Still, he greatly respected her
husband on account of his title of specialist in all kinds of diseases
and listened attentively to the few phrases that he was able to stutter
out. For this reason and because this doctor was more exclusive than
others, Capitan Tiago had selected him to treat his daughter.
In regard to young Linares, that is another matter. When arranging for
the trip to Spain, Doña Victorina had thought of having a Peninsular
administrator, as she did not trust the Filipinos. Her husband
bethought himself of a nephew of his in Madrid who was studying law
and who was considered the brightest of the family. So they wrote to
him, paying his passage in advance, and when the dream disappeared
he was already on his way.
Such were the three persons who had just arrived. While they were
partaking of a late breakfast, Padre Salvi came in. The Espadañas
were already acquainted with him, and they introduced the blushing
young Linares with all his titles.
As was natural, they talked of Maria Clara, who was resting and
sleeping. They talked of their journey, and Doña Victorina exhibited
all her verbosity in criticising the customs of the provincials,--their
nipa houses, their bamboo bridges; without forgetting to mention to
the curate her intimacy with this and that high official and other
persons of "quality" who were very fond of her.
"If you had come two days ago, Doña Victorina," put in Capitan
Tiago during a slight pause, "you would have met his Excellency,
the Captain-General. He sat right there."
"What! How's that? His Excellency here! In your house? No!"
"I tell you that he sat right there. If you had only come two days
ago--"
"Ah, what a pity that Clarita did not get sick sooner!" she exclaimed
with real feeling. Then turning to Linares, "Do you hear, cousin? His
Excellency was here! Don't you see now that De Espadaña was right
when he told you that you weren't going to the house of a miserable
Indian? Because, you know, Don Santiago, in Madrid our cousin was
the friend of ministers and dukes and dined in the house of Count
El Campanario."
"The Duke of La Torte, Victorina," corrected her husband. [121]
"It's the same thing. If you will tell me--"
"Shall I find Padre Damaso in his town?" interrupted Linares,
addressing Padre Salvi. "I've been told that it's near here."
"He's right here and will be over in a little while," replied the
curate.
"How glad I am of that! I have a letter to him," exclaimed the youth,
"and if it were not for the happy chance that brings me here, I would
have come expressly to visit him."
In the meantime the _happy_ chance had awakened.
"De Espadaña," said Doña Victorina, when the meal was over, "shall
we go in to see Clarita?" Then to Capitan Tiago, "Only for you, Don
Santiago, only for you! My husband only attends persons of quality,
and yet, and yet--! He's not like those here. In Madrid he only
visited persons of quality."
They adjourned to the sick girl's chamber. The windows were closed
from fear of a draught, so the room was almost dark, being only
dimly illuminated by two tapers which burned before an image of the
Virgin of Antipolo. Her head covered with a handkerchief saturated
in cologne, her body wrapped carefully in white sheets which swathed
her youthful form with many folds, under curtains of jusi and piña,
the girl lay on her kamagon bed. Her hair formed a frame around her
oval countenance and accentuated her transparent paleness, which
was enlivened only by her large, sad eyes. At her side were her two
friends and Andeng with a bouquet of tuberoses.
De Espadaña felt her pulse, examined her tongue, asked a few questions,
and said, as he wagged his head from side to side, "S-she's s-sick,
but s-she c-can be c-cured." Doña Victorina looked proudly at the
bystanders.
"Lichen with milk in the morning, syrup of marshmallow, two cynoglossum
pills!" ordered De Espadaña.
"Cheer up, Clarita!" said Doña Victorina, going up to her. "We've
come to cure you. I want to introduce our cousin."
Linares was so absorbed in the contemplation of those eloquent eyes,
which seemed to be searching for some one, that he did not hear Doña
Victorina name him.
"Señor Linares," said the curate, calling him out of his abstraction,
"here comes Padre Damaso."
It was indeed Padre Damaso, but pale and rather sad. On leaving his
bed his first visit was for Maria Clara. Nor was it the Padre Damaso
of former times, hearty and self-confident; now he moved silently
and with some hesitation.


CHAPTER XLIII
Plans

Without heeding any of the bystanders, Padre Damaso went directly
to the bed of the sick girl and taking her hand said to her with
ineffable tenderness, while tears sprang into his eyes, "Maria,
my daughter, you mustn't die!"
The sick girl opened her eyes and stared at him with a strange
expression. No one who knew the Franciscan had suspected in him such
tender feelings, no one had believed that under his rude and rough
exterior there might beat a heart. Unable to go on, he withdrew from
the girl's side, weeping like a child, and went outside under the
favorite vines of Maria Clara's balcony to give free rein to his grief.
"How he loves his goddaughter!" thought all present, while Fray Salvi
gazed at him motionlessly and in silence, lightly gnawing his lips
the while.
When he had become somewhat calm again Doña Victorina introduced
Linares, who approached him respectfully. Fray Damaso silently looked
him over from head to foot, took the letter offered and read it,
but apparently without understanding, for he asked, "And who are you?"
"Alfonso Linares, the godson of your brother-in-law," stammered the
young man.
Padre Damaso threw back his body and looked the youth over again
carefully. Then his features lighted up and he arose. "So you are the
godson of Carlicos!" he exclaimed. "Come and let me embrace you! I
got your letter several days ago. So it's you! I didn't recognize
you,--which is easily explained, for you weren't born when I left the
country,--I didn't recognize you!" Padre Damaso squeezed his robust
arms about the young man, who became very red, whether from modesty
or lack of breath is not known.
After the first moments of effusion had passed and inquiries about
Carlicos and his wife had been made and answered, Padre Damaso asked,
"Come now, what does Carlicos want me to do for you?"
"I believe he says something about that in the letter," Linares
again stammered.
"In the letter? Let's see! That's right! He wants me to get you a job
and a wife. Ahem! A job, a job that's easy! Can you read and write?"
"I received my degree of law from the University."
"_Carambas!_ So you're a pettifogger! You don't show it; you look
more like a shy maiden. So much the better! But to get you a wife--"
"Padre, I'm not in such a great hurry," interrupted Linares in
confusion.
But Padre Damaso was already pacing from one end of the hallway to
the other, muttering, "A wife, a wife!" His countenance was no longer
sad or merry but now wore an expression of great seriousness, while
he seemed to be thinking deeply. Padre Salvi gazed on the scene from
a distance.
"I didn't think that the matter would trouble me so much," murmured
Padre Damaso in a tearful voice. "But of two evils, the lesser!" Then
raising his voice he approached Linares and said to him, "Come, boy,
let's talk to Santiago."
Linares turned pale and allowed himself to be dragged along by the
priest, who moved thoughtfully. Then it was Padre Salvi's turn to
pace back and forth, pensive as ever.
A voice wishing him good morning drew him from his monotonous walk. He
raised his head and saw Lucas, who saluted him humbly.
"What do you want?" questioned the curate's eyes.
"Padre, I'm the brother of the man who was killed on the day of the
fiesta," began Lucas in tearful accents.
The curate recoiled and murmured in a scarcely audible voice, "Well?"
Lucas made an effort to weep and wiped his eyes with a
handkerchief. "Padre," he went on tearfully, "I've been to Don
Crisostomo to ask for an indemnity. First he received me with kicks,
saying that he wouldn't pay anything since he himself had run the risk
of getting killed through the fault of my dear, unfortunate brother. I
went to talk to him yesterday, but he had gone to Manila. He left
me five hundred pesos for charity's sake and charged me not to come
back again. Ah, Padre, five hundred pesos for my poor brother--five
hundred pesos! Ah, Padre--"
At first the curate had listened with surprise and attention while
his lips curled slightly with a smile of such disdain and sarcasm
at the sight of this farce that, had Lucas noticed it, he would have
run away at top speed. "Now what do you want?" he asked, turning away.
"Ah, Padre, tell me for the love of God what I ought to do. The padre
has always given good advice."
"Who told you so? You don't belong in these parts."
"The padre is known all over the province."
With irritated looks Padre Salvi approached him and pointing to the
street said to the now startled Lucas, "Go home and be thankful that
Don Crisostomo didn't have you sent to jail! Get out of here!"
Lucas forgot the part he was playing and murmured, "But I thought--"
"Get out of here!" cried Padre Salvi nervously.
"I would like to see Padre Damaso."
"Padre Damaso is busy. Get out of here!" again ordered the curate
imperiously.
Lucas went down the stairway muttering, "He's another of them--as he
doesn't pay well--the one who pays best!"
At the sound of the curate's voice all had hurried to the spot,
including Padre Damaso, Capitan Tiago, and Linares.
"An insolent vagabond who came to beg and who doesn't want to work,"
explained Padre Salvi, picking up his hat and cane to return to
the convento.


CHAPTER XLIV
An Examination of Conscience

Long days and weary nights passed at the sick girl's bed. After having
confessed herself, Maria Clara had suffered a relapse, and in her
delirium she uttered only the name of the mother whom she had never
known. But her girl friends, her father, and her aunt kept watch at
her side. Offerings and alms were sent to all the miraculous images,
Capitan Tiago vowed a gold cane to the Virgin of Antipolo, and at
length the fever began to subside slowly and regularly.
Doctor De Espadaña was astonished at the virtues of the syrup of
marshmallow and the infusion of lichen, prescriptions that he had not
varied. Doña Victorina was so pleased with her husband that one day
when he stepped on the train of her gown she did not apply her penal
code to the extent of taking his set of false teeth away from him,
but contented herself with merely exclaiming, "If you weren't lame
you'd even step on my corset!"--an article of apparel she did not wear.
One afternoon while Sinang and Victoria were visiting their friend,
the curate, Capitan Tiago, and Doña Victorina's family were conversing
over their lunch in the dining-room.
"Well, I feel very sorry about it," said the doctor; "Padre Damaso
also will regret it very much."
"Where do you say they're transferring him to?" Linares asked the
curate.
"To the province of Tayabas," replied the curate negligently.
"One who will be greatly affected by it is Maria Clara, when she
learns of it," said Capitan Tiago. "She loves him like a father."
Fray Salvi looked at him askance.
"I believe, Padre," continued Capitan Tiago, "that all her illness
is the result of the trouble on the last day of the fiesta."
"I'm of the same opinion, and think that you've done well not to let
Señor Ibarra see her. She would have got worse.
"If it wasn't for us," put in Doña Victorina, "Clarita would already
be in heaven singing praises to God."
"Amen!" Capitan Tiago thought it his duty to exclaim. "It's lucky
for you that my husband didn't have any patient of greater quality,
for then you'd have had to call in another, and all those here are
ignoramuses. My husband--"
"Just as I was saying," the curate in turn interrupted, "I think that
the confession that Maria Clara made brought on the favorable crisis
which has saved her life. A clean conscience is worth more than a lot
of medicine. Don't think that I deny the power of science, above all,
that of surgery, but a clean conscience! Read the pious books and
you'll see how many cures are effected merely by a clean confession."
"Pardon me," objected the piqued Doña Victorina, "this power of the
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    73.2 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 08
    Total number of words is 5068
    Total number of unique words is 1541
    47.5 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    66.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    74.6 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 09
    Total number of words is 5021
    Total number of unique words is 1613
    46.8 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    66.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    75.6 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 10
    Total number of words is 4917
    Total number of unique words is 1460
    51.5 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    70.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    77.1 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 11
    Total number of words is 5011
    Total number of unique words is 1441
    54.6 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    71.4 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    79.9 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 12
    Total number of words is 4943
    Total number of unique words is 1398
    53.7 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    71.5 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    80.7 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 13
    Total number of words is 4796
    Total number of unique words is 1395
    51.5 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    69.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    77.3 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 14
    Total number of words is 4941
    Total number of unique words is 1480
    52.4 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    70.8 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    79.0 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 15
    Total number of words is 4820
    Total number of unique words is 1478
    52.3 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    70.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    79.0 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 16
    Total number of words is 4993
    Total number of unique words is 1412
    53.1 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    73.9 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    81.2 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 17
    Total number of words is 4874
    Total number of unique words is 1667
    44.0 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    60.8 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    69.6 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 18
    Total number of words is 4664
    Total number of unique words is 1540
    46.8 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    66.1 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    75.5 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 19
    Total number of words is 4851
    Total number of unique words is 1614
    44.1 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    62.7 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    72.8 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 20
    Total number of words is 4897
    Total number of unique words is 1459
    51.2 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    68.7 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    78.8 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 21
    Total number of words is 4914
    Total number of unique words is 1354
    52.8 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    71.8 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    80.2 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 22
    Total number of words is 4891
    Total number of unique words is 1332
    56.5 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    74.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    81.3 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 23
    Total number of words is 4843
    Total number of unique words is 1528
    48.8 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    66.8 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    75.6 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 24
    Total number of words is 4842
    Total number of unique words is 1495
    52.0 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    69.6 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    78.3 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 25
    Total number of words is 4917
    Total number of unique words is 1456
    51.5 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    68.2 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    75.8 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 26
    Total number of words is 4995
    Total number of unique words is 1460
    51.5 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    69.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    77.9 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 27
    Total number of words is 4793
    Total number of unique words is 1426
    52.4 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    69.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    77.2 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 28
    Total number of words is 4997
    Total number of unique words is 1380
    50.7 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    71.9 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    80.0 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 29
    Total number of words is 4850
    Total number of unique words is 1438
    53.2 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    70.2 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    77.6 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 30
    Total number of words is 4802
    Total number of unique words is 1485
    51.7 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    69.7 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    78.4 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 31
    Total number of words is 4767
    Total number of unique words is 1358
    51.7 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    68.1 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    76.3 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 32
    Total number of words is 4677
    Total number of unique words is 1529
    46.5 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    63.4 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    70.8 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 33
    Total number of words is 4951
    Total number of unique words is 1378
    54.3 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    72.9 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    80.1 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 34
    Total number of words is 4933
    Total number of unique words is 1404
    55.5 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    73.3 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    81.0 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 35
    Total number of words is 4427
    Total number of unique words is 1770
    36.9 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    53.8 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    62.2 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 36
    Total number of words is 4510
    Total number of unique words is 1610
    38.8 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    55.8 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    63.8 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.
  • The Social Cancer - 37
    Total number of words is 1501
    Total number of unique words is 712
    44.4 of words are in the 2000 most common words
    60.2 of words are in the 5000 most common words
    66.6 of words are in the 8000 most common words
    Each bar represents the percentage of words per 1000 most common words.