In this home people are just called Piet, Kees, Nel, or Ans; not Storm, Butterfly, Perdita, or Sword of Islam. We were all born before the time when parents began wanting to show off how original and cool they could be in naming their offspring. With all the dangers lurking therein. You give your daughter the name Butterfly, and damn if she doesn’t grow into a lumbering tub of lard. You’d have done better naming her Bertha.
