A WND Misnomer

You may recall from a recent post ("JDR & WND") that as a child I decided I didn't like the name Jeremy, so went by "J.J." instead. Around that time, I attended a party thrown by one of my Dad's oldest friends, and wound up talking to the only other boy my age, a kid named James Fox. We must've been speaking for a half-hour when the host strode over to introduce us. This struck us as odd since we had been in conversation for some time, but not nearly as odd as the actual introduction:
"Felix, Roget. Roget, Felix."
James and I studied each other, trying to figure out who was Felix and who was Roget. It seems that our host had somehow derived "Felix" from "Fox" (understandable, I suppose), and "Roget" from "J.J." (not at all understandable). I'm not faulting the guy for forgetting my nickname, but what the hell kind of guess is Roget? Are we in Paris? Is that name ever referenced outside of thesauruses? If you're not sure about people's names, I would recommend not coming over to introduce them.

As you reflect on this, you might come to believe as I have that Felix Roget sounds like a personage of extreme intellectual power and renown, and thus, through my brief connection to it, makes me more powerful and renownéd. Perhaps too the name will conjure up for you a utopia where mankind luxuriates in an exotic, French-sounding paradise filled with jocose gamboling. (Thank you, Roget.)

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