Ging

There is a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy againſt me.

Proceeding further, I am met vvith a vvhole ging of vvords and phraſes not mine, for he hath maim'd them, and like a ſlye depraver mangl'd them in this his vvicked Limbo, vvorſe then the ghoſt of Deiphobus appear'd to his friend Æneas.

I put a stone in the ging and let fly.

Amelia thereupon taught Ginger Park and Lucy. [...] In one picture Amelia and three friends—Katherine Dolan (referred to as Dolan), Lucy (Toot), Virginia Park (Ging) are lying on their stomachs, their chins cupped in their hands, staring at the camera either before or after a basketball game; it is Amelia who is holding the ball.

But while Crosby was their first main topic of conversation, Johnny and Ginger soon began to have the experiences that draw people closer together. [...] “For years,” Mercer said, “anytime anything went wrong, Ging and I would just look at each other and say ‘Borough Hall!’ and think of that poor man who thought he was on his way to Harlem.”

Her taste for philosophical conundrums having been whetted rather than sated by decades of nothing to do, Ging often likes to speculate at length on whether we’re an incarnation that became a refuge, or a refuge that became an incarnation.