I’m having a difficult time with names. With characters, I just name them, usually. Some come into my head fully formed, name and all. My First Reader named Learoyd Otheris Mulvaney, the centuries-old pixie whose stark cynicism has been shaken by the acquisition of a wife… and two children. But me? I’m trying to come up with names for those little beings, who can’t even really be called characters, yet.

So I was thinking about it, and came up with this, after digging around for the poem, falling down the rabbit-hole of youtube, and listening to several different versions. (I saw the play on Drury Lane when I was 18, a memory that will live forever.)

Or, if you prefer the long version, in TS Eliot’s own voice, this one.


3 thoughts on “Naming

  1. I’ve had a history of naming some of my friend’s characters. Although it was more of a silly game coming up with matched names for a pair of twins (They ultimately ended up being Franq and Jessie. Yeah, as in James.) Sometimes really unique names are good, and sometimes, a pedestrian name where someone expects something baroque is a nifty twist (Something about mighty wizards named Tim comes to mind).


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