Simple program to analyze emotions in texts by keywords database.

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· Internet Access

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Run an Example

  "aggressiveness": 0,
  "anxiety": 38,
  "awe": 0,
  "contempt": 0,
  "curiosity": 194,
  "cynicism": 0,
  "delight": 0,
  "despair": 38,
  "disappointment": 0,
  "dominance": 0,
  "envy": 0,
  "fatalism": 114,
  "guilt": 0,
  "love": 0,
  "morbidness": 0,
  "optimism": 38,
  "outrage": 0,
  "pessimism": 0,
  "pride": 0,
  "remorse": 0,
  "revulsion": 0,
  "sentimentality": 194,
  "shame": 76,
  "submission": 97
Running algorithm...

Install & Use


curl -X POST -d '"Go where those others went to the dark boundary \nfor the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize \n\ngo upright among those who are on their knees \namong those with their backs turned and those toppled in the dust \n\nyou were saved not in order to live \nyou have little time you must give testimony \n\nbe courageous when the mind deceives you be courageous \nin the final account only this is important \n\nand let your helpless Anger be like the sea \nwhenever you hear the voice of the insulted and beaten \n\nlet your sister Scorn not leave you \nfor the informers executioners cowards—they will win \nthey will go to your funeral and with relief will throw a lump of earth \nthe woodborer will write your smoothed-over biography \n\nand do not forgive truly it is not in your power \nto forgive in the name of those betrayed at dawn \n\nbeware however of unnecessary pride \nkeep looking at your clown’s face in the mirror \nrepeat: I was called—weren’t there better ones than I \n\nbeware of dryness of heart love the morning spring \nthe bird with an unknown name the winter oak \n\nlight on a wall the splendour of the sky \nthey don’t need your warm breath \nthey are there to say: no one will console you \n\nbe vigilant—when the light on the mountains gives the sign—arise and go \nas long as blood turns in the breast your dark star \n\nrepeat old incantations of humanity fables and legends \nbecause this is how you will attain the good you will not attain \nrepeat great words repeat them stubbornly \nlike those crossing the desert who perished in the sand \n\nand they will reward you with what they have at hand \nwith the whip of laughter with murder on a garbage heap \n\ngo because only in this way will you be admitted to the company of cold skulls \nto the company of your ancestors: Gilgamesh Hector Roland \nthe defenders of the kingdom without limit and the city of ashes \n\nBe faithful Go"' -H 'Content-Type: application/json' -H 'Authorization: Simple YOUR_API_KEY'