I can imagine, for example, constructing the argument that Poe's Purloined Letter is the locus classicus for all cryptomorphic revelations.

At first glance, thinking well of yourself seems obviously preferable to thinking poorly of yourself. But the problem with […]

Space is a series of untouching atoms and time a succession of untouching moments.

[…]going upon the dobbin, is a woman dressed like a servant maid, no hat nor cloak on, a bunch of young dubs by her side, which are a bunch of small keys[…]