Jonathan Safran FoerI kept thinking how they were all names of dead people, and how names are basically the only thing dead people keep.
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We are almost all named after someone who has died. I’ve heard it said that, “If you are named after someone who is still alive, then you are not yet dead.” I think this is a very sad thought, because the only reason anyone would name a child after someone who is long gone is because they loved him or her dearly, and still wish him or her well. No one would ever name a child anything for the sole purpose of making them famous, or giving him or her a legacy to live up to.
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