His character, despite the dimwittedness, is the one you’re still pondering on the way home.

No, not what you'd call your standard laugh-a-thons. But not too grim, I hope.

It is the duty of all believers to join themselves cheerfully in the setting forth the Lord's care over them, and whatsoever may make his lovely Majesty known to the world: for so he requireth the present precept and example, -- sing praises to the Lord.

I suppose Ulleeze is matronly now; but character does not change and were it not for the previously-acknowledged, deadly insidiousness of the stuff, I could not imagine her, even corpulent and with offspring in tow, as guzzling Nut Strawberry Perfection in a sloppery.