Personal Musings

He Who Must Be Named: On First Reading Philosopher’s Stone at Age 29

October 18, 2016 // 2 Comments

A thing perfectly named brings to life a universe around it. It feels as if it has always existed, and this existence bleeds into the imaginary world that surrounds it, which lends it its credibility in turn. Since we are speaking of exchange, consider Gringotts. Gring has the “ching” of a register, gotts the gruffness of goblins, the hard consonants of each syllable are Gringotts pillars, durable and stable, sounds you can trust. Like all the names in Philosopher’s Stone, Gringotts seems //