That was what my mother named me after. I'm not even joking. She's not above still singing the chorus to me even though I've got grown kids.
“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.” ~ John Rogers
My first name is actually the third one issued to me, and the worst of the three. (My parents had a hard time making up their minds.) To top it off, they didn't even give me a middle name that might have served as an alternative. Sucks indeed, but if that's my worst worry, I'm doing pretty well.
Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it. We should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open. -- Raistlin Majere