“I’m fucked, Gurbaksh.” “It’s Gary,” he said. “They call me Gary here.” “Of course they do.” “It’s either that or listen to the toothless yokels mangle my name. Like how we call Deutschland ‘Germany.’ ” “I’ve never understood that.” I pitched another Scot-Lad to myself and missed it. It landed and spun at my feet. “Like shouldn’t we just call things by the names the people who live there call them? Is it really so hard?” “I’ve looked this up because I get renamed so many times. The word is exonym for the things other people call it and an endonym for what the people themselves call it.”
