What Does It Really Mean to Learn?

The New Yorker 

I read "Middlemarch" for the first time during my sophomore year of college. Why would Dorothea, a young and intelligent woman, marry that annoying old man? How could she be so stupid? No one else in the class seemed to get it, either, and this pushed our professor over the edge. "Of course you don't understand," he roared, swilling a Diet Coke.