One would think that genius begets understanding, and in general this is true. Science, philosophy, history, literature, and all the myriad subjects of human knowledge are Twilight's demesne and delight. But people aren't collections of facts nor logical puzzles to solve; they are messy and ambiguous, complicated and erratic.

The mind is the self, and a mind's whole purpose is to understand, isn't it? Syllogistically, how horrifically broken must she be, to be such a failure at understanding what comes so naturally to everyone else?