Your name is your destiny. Oidipous, Swollen-foot. The only trouble is, your name speaks your destiny only in the way the Delphic Sibyl does: in the form of a riddle. Only as you lie on your deathbed do you realize what was meant to be “Tamerlane” or “John Smith” or “K.” A Borgesian revelation.
–John Maxwell Cotezee (Here and Now)