From this day we'll call you in earnest Navarrete: Ulrich Navarrete.

That will be something complete.

The name is only a dress, but if half of it is taken from your body, you are left half-bare and exposed to mockery.

The garment must be becoming too, so we adorn it as we choose.

My father was called Kurschner, but at the Latin school Olearius and Faber and Luscinius sat beside me, so I raised myself to the rank of a Roman citizen, and turned Kurschner into Pellicanus...." The jester coughed violently, and continued One thing more.