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I. The Churchyard
My father’s family name was Pirrip, and my own first name was Philip. When I was very small, my tongue could not make anything longer or clearer of the two names than Pip. So I called myself Pip, and soon everybody else called me Pip too.
I never saw my father or my mother, because they had both died long before I could remember them. My first idea of what they looked like came from their stones in the old churchyard. The shape of the letters on my father’s stone gave me the strange idea that he had been a square, dark man with black curly hair. Beside their stone stood five little stones in a row. They belonged to five little brothers of mine who had died as babies.
I lived with my sister, Mrs Joe Gargery, who was more than twenty years older than me.