My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my baby tongue could do of some names nothing longer or much explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his gravestone and my sister - Mrs. Joe Gargery, who wedded the blacksmith. As I ne er saw my father or my mother, and ne er saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my 1st fancies regarding what they were like, were immoderately derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with crisp black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, "Also Ge