I once observed to my former Great Lost Love (the formidable Australian bluestocking I mentioned in 'The people I fall for...') that I was often accused of being "too clever for my own good".
She responded, very shrewdly:
"No - your trouble is that you are too good to take advantage of your cleverness."
This, I think, should be on my gravestone.
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