The cold, cold water. Franklin Wharf, the Hobart waterfront. June 2012. Forgive me, for I am in one of those "what really is the point" kind of mood this week. Nomenclature , Alan Dugan My mother never heard of Freud and she decided as a little girl that she would call her husband Dick no matter what his first name was and did. He called her Ditty. They called me Bud, and our generic names amused my analyst. That must, she said, explain the crazy times I had in bed and quoted Freud: "Life is pain." "What do women want?" and "My prosthesis does not speak French."