When it was my turn Roger told the crowd that my romanised second and third name, if written as one word in Pinyin, as is now the custom, was exactly like the English girl's name Lilian and he therefore proposed to leave it like that, Lilian being a very pretty name, he said.
Don't like the name, don't like it. There's no sneddum to it. Besides, it makes me think of my Aunt Jinny. She called her three girls Faith, Hope and Charity. Faith didn't believe in anything - Hope was a born pessimist - and Charity was a miser. You ought to be called Red Rose - you look like one when you're mad.
We must have heard it first on the battery radio, the news about Amelia Earhart, lost over the ocean. - - - Air Heart, I saw it spelled, Amelia ... a name like a soft, bold bird.
Lyssa, that's what I want to find out. Will you think about it?.
Happy are thy people, O Fingal! king of resounding Selma!.
Sue always thought of her offspring as Amanda. Allowing her to name the child had been one of the last indulgences that Brian had seen fit to bestow. Even then he had not the generosity to conceal his displeasure at her choice. Pretentious. Snobbish. Affected. The baby had been 'Mandy' from the day of her birth and, once Brian had really got the hang of high-rise/comprehensive linguistic mores, 'Mand'.
I wish I had a name like Merle Oberon or Miriam Hopkins, Mary Agnes said dreamily as she scanned the display of Coming Attractions.
My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; / Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost: / I am not mad:—I would to heaven I were!.
Kathleen mavourneen, what slumbering still?.
Emily. Em-il-y, three syllables, like a knock on the door of destiny. Such an odd, old-fashioned name, compared to those Kylies and Traceys and Jades — names that reeked of Impulse and grease and stood out in gaudy neon colours —.