I used to have a acquaintance who was a construction worker. Nice enough guy but limited by his lack of education and from time to time something would happen

I used to have a acquaintance who was a construction worker. Nice enough guy but limited by his lack of education and from time to time something would happen that would make it clear that he'd have a better time in life if he'd venture past the high school diploma and family vocation. One time he was working in an old house and found a very old mimeographed copy of that story hidden in the walls. He took this to suggest that the story or the author were somehow subversive or secret and became really motivated to read it. It is the only thing I'd ever known him to read, much less seen him at it with my own eyes. I think for him that was like an unlikely collection of perfect circumstances because he loved the story and his experiences around it. I suspect in his mind he had been exposed to some sort of forbidden knowledge and that pleased him greatly.