“You like Nick a lot, don’t you, Nora?” Dorothy asked. “He’s an old Greek fool, but I’m used to him.” “Charles isn’t a Greek name.” “It’s Charalambides,” I explained. “When the old man came over, the mugg that put him through Ellis Island said Charalambides was too long – too much trouble to write – and whittled it down to Charles. It was all right with the old man; they could have called him X so they let him in.”
