So colorless, in fact, that I couldn't bring myself initially to bother watching a 1-hour TV documentary about him that first aired in 1995, which I stumbled upon on You Tube some time back. But in honor of his death, I started watching it this morning. And whoa: he's not colorless here, I assure you. ("In recent years he's fallen from grace: castigated as a militarist, a sadist, even a fascist sympathizer.") Perhaps not surprisingly, there's apparently also been long-standing debate among his biographers about whether, despite being a married father of three, he was (as they put it) a "practicing," or merely "repressed," homosexual.
This aspect of his life is examined in almost cringe-inducing detail throughout this documentary, from his school days up through his unusual marital relations with his wife, in part 4. ("Todd was a keen photographer," begins part 2 embedded below, "And Baden-Powell was greatly impressed by his studies of scantily clad schoolboys. But he was more taken by Todd's pictures of naked boys in contrived poses...")