In the early 70's I was a counselor at a camp for girls. The camp was located in West Virginia. As a result of the close location to Washington DC, we had many campers who had parents that were "somebody"- a Senator's (later Vice President's) daughter, an ambassador's daughter, and I'm sure we even had daughters of CIA operatives (though we probably thought the parents owned a dry cleaners or something.)
One such girl was a diminuitive, blue-eyed, dark haired, fair skinned child, who told us in no uncertain terms that her name was "Annabel Abigail Victoria Pennina Safire". How can you argue with that? When you would ask her if she had enough juice at breakfast, she would tell us, "I have a quantity sufficient." When other children would protest a counselor edict (i.e. "Lights out, NOW!") by whimpering "That's unfair!", Annabel would murmur "that's inequitable."
When Annabel's parents came up for visiting day, they brought the counselors a large picnic basket of goodies. It was only after they returned from DC, and I asked the camp director for their address to send a thank you (Yes, my mother raised me right in terms of manners, though she failed miserably in my grammer, spelling and typing), that I realized the affable father of this child with the offbeat locution was THE William Safire. You never saw anyone rip open an envelope so fast to double check what she had written in a letter.