There was, however, one consolation. The double's ex-wife wrote Wells to alert him of the scam. They met in Toronto. "She thought she had married me," he says with a 10-inch Wellsian grin. "And you know what? She was pretty damn good-looking."
Which begs the question: Of all the prominent people in the world, why was Wells singled out? Was he perhaps mistaken for Orson Welles? Their silhouettes are somewhat similar, and, like the pitcher, the director was a headline-grabbing renegade accused of betraying his talent. The key to Wells may have been revealed in something Welles once said:
Everything about me is a contradiction, and so is everything about everybody else. We are made out of oppositions; we live between two poles. There's a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don't reconcile the poles. You just recognize them.