Okay, I know I’m a day late, but I spent an enjoyable, and rather drunken afternoon with friends, so please excuse my tardiness.
My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.
Being of small stature, when I was but a young slip of a girl, people were fond of the idea of calling me Pip, or squirt, or a few other names I’m unwilling to mention. Since then, although I have grown in years (and dress sizes, damn it) my height, unfortunately, never amounted to much.
However, I can recall the benefits of using fertiliser, and if that failed the rack, being the topic of many a conversation between my peers and my family. No one took it upon themselves to try out said remedies I might add. But alas, unbeknownst to them, I myself would have tried anything to have grown but a mere few inches taller. Even Greater Expectations by Sarah Neeve.