Ever since I learned my British Victorian history, I suspected that part of the reason for the demise of the British Empire was because parents stopped giving their children the sort of names that inspire success. If your name is Hercules Robinson, for instance, with a decent upbringing you might be inclined to exhibit strength of character. Garnet Wolsey, the hero of Tel-el-Kabir, was a gem of a man who rose from the ranks. Frederick Sleigh Roberts (Sleigh?) became Field Marshal the Lord Roberts of Kandahar, V.C., K.G., K.P., G.C.B., O.M., G.C.S.I., G.C.I.E., and Commander-in-Chief of the British Army (although he was always Bobs to his men. The list goes on: Rudyard Kipling, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Horatio Herbert Kitchener, Hamo Thorneycroft, Holman Hunt, Ford Madox Brown (indeed virtually anyone associated with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood), Jerome K. Jerome and any number of others. Great names for great men. Splendid!