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
I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his
tombstone and my sister -- Mrs Joe Gargery, who married the
blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw
any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the
days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were
like, were unreasonably 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 curly black hair. From the character
and turn of the inscription, <1"Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,'>1 I
drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly.
To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long
which were arranged in a neat . . .