Notice my Pip-Boy's attractive white hue?
My friend Pip has been on a lucky streak for the last six years.
This was my last hope that Pip would take pity on me.
In the Bulls' locker room that night, Bill Cartwright, the veteran center, stood up and said, "Scottie, how could you?" In a telephone interview, Cartwright said: "My thing for Pip was that with Michael gone, it was his team, his time to lead.
Even I don't like my portfolio," says Pip Coburn, chief of global tech equity research at UBS Warburg.
There was a time in my life when, like Pip, I was ashamed of my working-class origins, and embarrassed by my unlettered relatives.
Such was their little game; the Pip to my Miss Havisham, the Winston Smith to my O'Brien, the Roy Munson to my Ernie McCraken… you get where I'm going with the histrionics?
"A student is an orange pip between my fingers: If I pinch him he'll go far," said Frost, slamming the rise of child-friendly soft education.
Pip's reply – "my father's family name being Pirrip and my Christian name Phillip, my infant tongue" – is identical to the opening line of the Charles Dickens novel Great Expectations, which is narrated by its protagonist, Pip.
"Well, I am certainly pissed off about investing so much time in such a long book that didn't really have much to say, and whose characters were never properly developed," said Pip. "But my prime emotion is relief that it's over.
