I’m completely smitten. Okay, here’s an aside. How is it that a person who reads as many books as I do, who loves words and word origins, who loves language actually, can have gone through life and not known that smitten is a past participle of smite? How is this? I am completely pitiful. I should have known this. I knew its use as an adjective, as in struck with a hard blow, grievously afflicted, and very much in love. I knew these definitions. I did not put together that the very much in love use was metaphoric for being struck. Cupid’s arrow and all that. I make these discoveries that there are so many things I do not know. Sometimes they seem so obvious, I wonder how it is I came this far in life and did not know them. It’s like driving down the same road every day your entire life and suddenly noticing a gas station that has been there for years. Duh.