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Text Analytics
Text Analytics
An Introduction to the Science
and Applications of Unstructured
Information Analysis
John A
tkinson-Abutridy
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DOI: 10.1201/9781003280996
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List of Figures, xi
List of Tables, xv
Preface, xvii
Acknowledgments, xxv
Author, xxvii
vii
viii ◾ Contents
2.3.5 Semantics 33
2.3.6 Reasoning and Pragmatics 38
2.4 SUMMARY 39
2.5 EXERCISES 39
2.5.1 Morphological Analysis 39
2.5.2 Lexical Analysis 44
2.5.3 Syntactic Analysis 45
BIBLIOGRAPHY, 221
GLOSSARY, 225
INDEX, 229
List of Figures
xi
xii ◾ List of Figures
xv
Preface
xvii
xviii ◾ Preface
“black boxes”, that is, hiding all the technical details, making it hard to
replicate their experiences using other computational methods or tools.
The book’s nature was clear then. This should be an introductory book
combining the basic theoretical foundations of the different paradigms
and methods of textual analytics, with practical aspects, accompanied by
examples in some programming language, which would allow us to fully
understand the background and logic of computational methods, but at
the same time, being flexible enough to use and implement them in other
languages or computational tools.
I should take advantage of my academic experience to help profession-
als better understand computational concepts and methods. For more
than 25 years, I’ve taught undergraduate and postgraduate courses related
to text analytics, text mining, natural-language processing, and artificial
intelligence at several national and foreign universities. While doing this,
I learned a lot from students and professionals alike, understanding what
was easier or difficult for them to understand, their questioning of what
was established, their ways of taking something complex and simplifying
it, etc.
On the other hand, my extensive experience as a scientific researcher
and consultant, developing and leading scientific projects, and transferring
technologies to the public and private sectors, should also have something
to say in the way I’m focusing this book. Indeed, much of what the book
conveys had to do not only with the basis behind computational methods
but also with the challenges and considerations involved in the study, use
and design of computational methods in real practical problems. Thus, the
book is the result of both types of experiences, which allows us to under-
stand not only the how but also the why.
After all these years doing this, why am I creating this text analytics
book now? Globally, this is a long-standing topic, and we started seeing
this in the mid-1990s in Chile, at the academy. However, in many ways,
society and industry weren’t prepared, and, up to a certain extent, many
didn’t see the need to be prepared, considering it to be something abstract
and, therefore, impractical, taking into account not only the small amount
of data available for them in that period but also performing several ana-
lytical tasks manually, like the old days.
However, the access and size of data sources, and in particular unstruc-
tured ones such as texts and documents, have experienced exponential
growth in the last 10 years. This led to important scientific advances in
both new and improved methods of text analytics as well as a greater need
Preface ◾ xix
Audience
If you have textual data sources that you need to understand, this is the
right book for you. If you want to obtain textual data and want to take
advantage of it to discover and/or detect important knowledge, this is also
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ARCTIC ANGELS
Howls floated out on the thin Arctic air, filling rock-walled Kannequoq
Inlet with dirge-like notes. A dozen gaunt huskies padded to and fro
near the red boulders to which they were tied; they eyed one another
in murderous speculation, straining uselessly at the tethering sticks
fastened to their shaggy necks.
Occasionally one of the animals halted its ceaseless trotting,
squatted and, elevating a long wolf snout, sent out another wail to
echo and re-echo back from the granite cliffs.
“Rotten! Rotten! Rotten!” Sergeant Richard Cleaver muttered to
himself, striding up and down the narrow confines of the Mounted
Police detachment building. “That brute Scarth is torturing those
dogs just for pure devilment; can’t be any other reason that I can
see. For five cents I’d go down there and shoot up the whole works.”
Peering through one of the little windows, he gazed down at the
trader’s roof, set on a lower rock ledge, and then at the whimpering
blurs beyond. A moon faced halfbreed, lounging in the post doorway,
glanced up at the huskies and spat contemptuously. Apparently the
man saw something humorous in the situation. Yellow teeth showed
momentarily when the native tore off another mouthful of tobacco
from a black plug.
Thin columns of smoke continued to well up undisturbed from the
huddle of skin tupiks, sheltering beneath the cliffs from the ever
present winds. But beyond the curling smoke there was no
movement; none of the Eskimo inhabitants took any notice of the
starving animals’ plea for food.
With a curse, the sergeant swung away from the window to glare
at Constable Timothy Noonan’s thick frame stretched on his bunk.
“Helluva lot you care, you fat lobster!” Cleaver threw out at the
slumbering man’s round, freckled face. “You don’t give a hoot about
the prestige of the service, do you? Said you’d never make a dog
man, and that goes! Blah!”
An angelic smile stole across the sleeper’s features. He rolled
over lazily, grunting his contentment. Sergeant Cleaver snorted and
stamped out of the cabin, crashing the door behind him.
“Ain’t no way for a buck to talk to his superior, but that was a damn’
fool play,” Constable Noonan offered from his perch on the bunk.
“You got us in dutch, Sergeant dear. We’ll never be able to handle
the Esks again if we falls down on this job, an’ I got a hunch that’s
what Mr. Scarth is after. Suit his tradin’ fine if the natives go wild an’
woolly. I ain’t no Sherlock Holmes, but if this ain’t a plant I’m a
Hindoo philosopher.”
“Oh, shut up!” Cleaver put in irritably. “I’ve got enough on my
hands without scrapping with you. We’re going out in the skin boat in
the morning, ice or no ice, and we’re going to bring back a walrus.
I’ve given the king’s word for that. It’s getting dark. Any intention of
feeding the dogs tonight?”
“Thought you said I weren’t no dog man—”
“You’ve got enough brains to feed them some tallow, at any rate,”
the sergeant cut in on him. “Go out, Timothy Noonan, or I’ll throw you
out!”
Constable Noonan dodged about the heater, grabbed his parka
off a peg and slid through the door. Once outside he listened for a
moment to the ice pans’ tinkling and the mournful wailing of Scarth’s
huskies. Then with an expressive shoulder shrug, Noonan made his
way up to the little storehouse.
The key grated in the lock, and with that well known sound eager
whines burst from the dogs penned in the corral. Scarth’s starving
brutes heard those expectant whimpers and filled the night air with
agonized howling.
It was a good three hours later when Noonan pushed in the door
of the detachment building and grinned over at his chief. Cleaver
was stretched on his bunk, khaki shirted, body bathed in yellow
lamplight, and deep in “Soldiers Three”. The sergeant threw the book
down and glared at the rubicund face.
“Look here, you nighthawk,” he called. “Haven’t you got any
savvy at all? You stay away from that girl, or I’ll—”
“Nix on the gentle sentiment tonight,” the constable broke in.
“Love’s off; murder’s on. Been prowlin’. We won’t possess any skin
boat in the mornin’; the Esks will have it that the great white king ain’t
the caribou’s chin whiskers no longer, an’ Scarth will be known as
the very strong man from here to Hoboken.”
“What’s the matter with you?” Cleaver boomed, jerking bolt
upright. “Scarth wouldn’t dare break up that boat; not after that three
months I got him for monkeying with our schooner last year.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised!” Noonan mocked his superior. “There’s
more ways of killin’ a polar bear than choking it with chocolate
eclairs. Climb into your parka an’ mukluks an’ we’ll take in the movie.
It’s a real fifty cent show. Come on.”
Scarth tugged the lines off the dogs he was leading, kicking one of
the starving brutes toward the walrus hide covering the oomiak. But
instead of rushing forward and tearing at the skin the dog squatted
on the shingle, staring up at its master. Three more of the released
huskies lay down and curled up for immediate sleep. Some of the
others commenced to wander along the beach. None of the animals
took the least notice of the skin boat.
Scarth’s rumbled cursing and the halfbreed’s clucking sounded
dimly in the sergeant’s ears as he rolled over to stare in amazement
at the bursting Noonan.
“Oh, my fat sides,” Tim groaned. “Seventeen dried fish, eleven
tins of bully beef, five lumps of tallow, an’ a chunk of pemmican as
big as a battleship. An’ they polished off the whole works. An’ now
Scarth’s offerin’ ’em a dried up old walrus skin for dessert. A dog’s
life, that’s what it is.”
Sudden realization stabbed Cleaver’s mind. Tim had sneaked out
and fed Scarth’s starving huskies so that they would not attack the
skin boat!
“Listen,” Noonan’s voice came again. “Yesterday a big floe
grounded beyond the point. There was a walrus on it as big as the
side of a house. Uluk shot it. Get the idea? With the skin boat gone
we couldn’t pull the Arctic angel stuff, and when we fell down on the
job Scarth would lug in his walrus an’ get the glad hand from the
Esks. Cripes, you’re in a hurry, eh?”
Cleaver had vaulted from the icy ground with a catlike leap. As
Noonan lumbered to his feet he heard Scarth’s surprised cry and the
halfbreed’s yelp of dismay.
The trader threw himself face down on the beach when the white
faced sergeant raced across the slippery shingle. A single lunge
brought Scarth to his feet.
Then sounded the slithering of Noonan’s mukluks on the shingle
as the little man raced after the grunting halfbreed.
“I take it all back about the dogs, Timsy,” Cleaver yelled at the
flying figure. “Damn it, I’ll recommend you for corporal’s stripes for
this!”
“Keep ’em!” Noonan’s voice panted. “I’m the detective sergeant of
this man’s army, an’ that’s good enough for me. All right, you blubber
chewer, try a taste of that!”
Whug! Whug!
Cleaver laughed softly, turning back to the squirming Scarth.
“Look here, you insignificant fragment of decayed whale meat,”
he growled at the trader. “You’re too small to pound, but I have
something nice in store for you. It’ll be daylight in an hour. You and
the breed will cut up that walrus and bring it down here. Then you’ll
keep on making soup for the Esks until they’re well again. On top of
that you’re going to wash all their clothes and clean up the tupiks.
That’s slow motion death, if you ask me. Not a word, you rat. Move!”
As he shoved Scarth forward, Cleaver saw his comrade come
upright and fan himself vigorously. Surrounding him were four of the
satiated huskies. They sniffed gratefully at Noonan’s legs.
THE END
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