This is where Sophocles' genius comes from, this subtle irony, this lying without really telling a lie, we could call it deceit or contradictory allusions, I suppose. Call it what you may, Sophocles' Oedipus the King is without a doubt one of the most irony-rich pieces of literature to date. The title alone is priceless. "Oedipus Tyrannos" is the greek title. Tyrannos is translated to mean any person who comes to political power independent of sanguinity. Yet, Oedipus is the only person at the time who was indeed a blood-line to the throne. He achieved through political means that which he was entitled to by birthright. The whole thing speaks for itself, really. Nietzche considered Sophocles' tragedy to be one of the greatest accomplishments of humankind, his consequenial ironic genius was inevitable and the irony of Shakespeare is a whole other story. I suppose all I'm trying to say is that I have a longing for wit and irony that is yet to be remedied by a living being; and I'm beginning to worry it is because it doesn't exist. Someone, please prove me wrong.