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. I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister. . . . but this is my tale, not my father's. It is the tale of how I lived my life, and thrived -- how I lost my all, and found something again, praiise God, a thing I love. Listen and you'dll hear . . .