“You really love me, Gwendolen?”
“Passionately!”
“Darling! You don’t know how happy you’ve made me.”
“My own Earnest!”
“But you don’t really mean to say that you couldn’t love me if my name wasn’t Ernest?”
“But your name is Ernest.”
“Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? Do you mean to say you couldn’t love me then?”
“Ah! that is clearly a metaphysical speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very little reference at all to the actual facts of real life, as we know them.”
The Importance of Being Earnest, Act 1. Oscar Wilde. 1895.