"Never mind about Tuppy for the moment. Concentrate on the sticky affairs of Bertram Wilberforce Wooster."
"Wilberforce," she murmured, as far as a woman of her outstanding lung power could murmur. "Did I ever tell you how you got that label? It was your father's doing. The day before you were lugged to the font looking like a minor actor playing a bit part in a gangster film, he won a packet on an outside in the Grand National called that, and he insisted on you carrying on the name. Tough on you, but we all have our cross to bear."
(from Jeeves and the Tie That Binds, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)