There was a peculiar humorous protest in it when recounting or hearing anything specially absurd, as who should say "'Pon my soul this is _too_ ridiculous! This passes all bounds!" and bursting out afresh as though the sense of the ridiculous overwhelmed him like a tide, which carried all hearers away with it, and which I well remember.

His enthusiasm was boundless.

It entered into everything he said or did.

It belonged doubtless to that amazing fertility and wealth of ideas and feeling that distinguished his genius.
No one having any knowledge of the profession of literature can read Dickens's private letters and not stand amazed at the unbounded affluence of imagery, sentiment, humour, and keen observation which he poured out in them.

There was no stint, no reservation for trade purposes.