"Clever is as clever does," or so my aunt would say. I guess she was saying that one can tell how clever a person really is if you look at what their actions are actually achieving.
She's clever, boxing clever, a lover and a fighter, what could be better than that? Intelligence and integrity in one neat parcel.
She'd learned the art of language in a way others never had; she began to deprogram the bad things and lift up the good in everyone. That's my kind of clever, the kind that's done with total love.
If you call him "clever," then I have no idea what word you'd use for everyone else, because he was lightyears beyond them in the way he spoke - as if he was a sort of language and concept architect. I suppose genius is a word some crave, yet he never sought that kind of elevation. I guess his ego was sound in a way other's aren't. After all, why brag when you are already at the top of the mountain?