I have just read the most literate* witticism I have ever seen. I’m not exaggerating; I try to avoid that kind of thing.
It is from Terry Pratchett’s Thief of Time.
Wen stepped out of the cave where he had recieved enlightenment and into the dawning light of the first day of the rest of his life. He stared at the rising sun for some time, because he had never seen it before.
Get it? No? Read it again. Still not getting it? Look at it again, think about it. Still clueless?
Plato. If you still don’t get it read a philosophy book. I told you this is literate.
*I might not be using literate quite correctly. I mean that you have to be literate to get it.
That’s not a witticism, it’s a literary allusion. A witticism would be something along the lines of “I never travel without my diary. One should always have something
sensational to read in the train.”