Disclaimer: All is Oscar's. Wilde, that is.
Reflection on a name that is not Ernest
At first, she had thought his Christian name an insuperable barrier to their happiness.
But now, she thought as she lay beside him, she rather liked the name Algernon. Ernest did not become him, and, moreover, it now had become associated with her dear guardian, who she considered a decidedly unromantic figure (Gwendolyn disagreed, but that was Gwendolyn for you).
Algernon did become him. He looked like an Algernon, he talked like an Algernon, and he certainly kissed like an Algernon. What's more, The name of Algernon itself produced, if not vibrations, a keen flutter felt in the upper left section of her chest.
She smiled in half-sleep. Yes, she thought, Algernon is a fine name.
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