You swore it was the masculine version of Jill− a ‘one L’ variant of common female names, like Hilary was of Hillary and Alison of Allison− when your friends would poke fun at the absurdity of your name. To get the last laugh when they asked who and who you knew that answered to such a name, you would taunt them about their crude backgrounds: uncivilized lots just exposed to the brilliant sheen of education, of sophistication; that since they were fresh from thick bush they could not possibly know such names did exist.