Mail Carrier: Well, you have to admit, it's easy to figure out! [Gesture broadly at Big Bird]
BB : it is? [Looks at himself]. Oh, I see. The package is for Big Bird, and I'm a big bird. I forgot sometimes. I'm just what my name says. Big Bird is a big bird.
Big Bird becomes sad. He realizes that everyone else has a name -- like Oscar, or Snuffy -- but he has only a description. He asks the mail carrier what her name is. She says Imogene.
BB: Gee, that's a nice name. [Looking to the camera, wistfully] I wish I had a real name like that, instead of one that just says what I am, as if I were an apple or a chair or something."
(Malcolm Gladwell, Tipping Point, p. 113)