The great big fella in this book? Is not stupid. Nor does anybody ever think he's stupid. Even for, like, five seconds. Unsophisticated, a bit. But definitely not stupid.
I just get so sick of the "big dumb ox" character, even when he's subverted and secretly a big smart ox, but nobody knows it until two-thirds of the way through the book or more. Maybe it's that I'm a geek in Minnesota, but I know a bunch of really big, really smart guys. So there are probably a disproportionate number of them in my books.
Also, if you get the big smart guy to help you haul corpses through the city streets, he lifts with his legs, not his back, so you don't have to spend the rest of the book tending your big person's backache. Which is a plus for most revolutionaries of various stripes, I find.
My mantra for today is: A bad book and the rough draft of a good book are not the same, unless or until you quit.
Which I won't. So.