her name

You meet someone named Philip and you don’t think again about the name. It’s more like the sound of a pavlovian bell, or maybe like a calling card, with no meaning and no existence outside its connection to the person named. You may or may not know, but even if you do it wouldn’t cross your mind, that the name is composed of two parts, philo, meaning love, the same as in philosophy or philology, and hippo, meaning horse, which may sound strange to most ears now because hippopotamus, literally th...