In that he was superb, he was wonderful--in a word, great; in all things else he was a pigmy of the pigmies.
The real Colonel Sellers, as I knew him in James Lampton, was a pathetic and beautiful spirit, a manly man, a straight and honorable man, a man with a big, foolish, unselfish heart in his bosom, a man born to be loved; and he was loved by all his friends, and by his family worshipped.

It is the right word.

To them he was but little less than a god.

The real Colonel Sellers was never on the stage.

Only half of him was there.