Once upon a time, there was a little boy who did not need to open his eyes in order to see people. Nature, so that individuals wouldn’t envy him, had made him utterly ugly. And so, he had no trouble with society, for no one paid attention to him. Of course, whenever someone happened to see him, mocked him. But he did not mind, as it was the only way he had of seeing individuals. Otherwise, they did not exist for the little boy. Everyone stared at his deformed body, without understanding that humaneness was to blame. It could not fit inside the small body and it wanted to touch the others. But they would not let it, and it remained trapped inside his small body. Fortunately for the little boy and for humaneness, time helped. As he grew, the boy gave more and more space to humaneness. And for that reason, he decided to become an enormous monster, so that all his humaneness could fit inside. It no longer felt trapped. The only problem was that now everyone saw the enormous monster, and society began to accuse him, since so much humaneness was unacceptable. He knew he could not escape society’s condemnation. And before they put him in prison, he gave his four limbs to disabled children, so they might have within them the humanness that no one else gave them. The enormous monster no longer went outside. He stayed in his room alone, so that he does not disturb the others. He sat for hours on its balcony to study the world. And so, one day, he met the little muse. Of course, she did not see him, because she did not look at the ugliness of the world. With the little muse, his life gained beauty and he rejoiced every time he saw her passing by in the street. Of course, he did not know that the little muse had learned about him and that she was trying to see him when he sat on his little balcony. She passed by every day to set eyes on the man who had given his limbs to the disabled children. But she was very small and he was very large. And society forbade their meeting. Only once did she dare to ring his doorbell. But he did not open, because he had no hands. The little muse thought he wanted to avoid her. She persisted even though the door remained closed. But the monster did not know it was she who was ringing his bell. He thought it was the neighborhood children playing. For no one ever came to visit him. Society had forgotten him. But the little muse did not belong to society. And she had read Hugo’s work. Only when he went to the hospital to donate more organs to the children could she see him, on his little wheelchair. He was enormous, just as society said. She closed her eyes and saw his humaneness embrace her. At first, she was afraid, but then she felt that it wanted to protect her. Then, the enormous monster as well felt a strange emotion. He understood that the little muse loved him. She did not want him to give any more organs. He had to keep them so as to live with her. But the enormous monster could not do otherwise for the children were waiting for him. Without sacrifice, his life had no meaning. The little muse pleaded, and his heart bent. He did not want to hurt her. And so the enormous monster gave the little muse his heart, so that no one else would take it. The little muse was happy now, for the heart of the enormous monster belonged to her. And she, to thank the beauty of his life, wrote in his language the fairy tales of the children who had neither love nor humaneness from society.