'intelligence without traditions'

For a few minutes my father-in-law seemed to soften his judgment (After all, it’s difficult for all of us to orient ourselves in the chaos of the Italian crisis, and I can understand that young men like him find themselves in trouble, especially when they have a desire to act), then he rose to go to his study. But before he disappeared he had a second thought. He paused in the doorway and uttered harshly: But there is doing and doing, Sarratore is intelligence without traditions, he would rather be liked by those in charge than fight for an idea, he’ll become a very useful technocrat. . . . 

. . . I hoped that Adele would find a conciliating phrase that might soothe me, and so I asked: 

“What does it mean that Nino is intelligence without traditions?” 

She looked at me ironically. 

“That he’s no one. And for a person who is no one to become someone is more important than anything else. The result is that this Signor Sarratore is an unreliable person.” 

“I, too, am an intelligence without traditions.” 

She smiled. 

“Yes, you are, too, and in fact you are unreliable.” 

—Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child (2015, trans. A. Goldstein)