You could call it poetic justice.
“Giving a name,” Thomas Carlyle once said, “is a poetic art.” Perhaps, but it can also be a trying one. Item: Retreating before the distemper of feminists who do not like all hurricanes to bear women's names, Government meteorologists this year will christen storms not only Aletta but Bud and Daniel and Fico.
The very language of love is painful: you have a crush; you’re swept off your feet; your heart is broken. This turns out not to be poetic license: according to the latest research, the brain doesn’t distinguish much between the extreme emotional pain of social rejection and the physical pain of injury.
Doctors used to have poetic names for diseases. A physician would speak of consumption because the illness seemed to eat you from within