This is the tale of Williard Wigan.
Willard can’t read. He can’t write. People used to tease him and make him feel small.
So he escaped – not into drugs or booze, not into himself – Willard escaped into the head of a pin.
He embraced his impulse to care for those things that are dismissed, passed over and ignored. He started building houses for ants.
It’s not a bad beginning to a fairy tale but when you see it in reality…
(bonus video points for using the term, “Dickens of a time.”)