There is a kind of reading that resists hurry. It asks you to sit with a sentence until it gives up its second meaning, and then its third.
We have built our tools for the opposite habit — to skim, to extract, to move on. This press is a small argument against that. The editions here are set with wide margins on purpose: room for a pencil, room for a second thought.
Read slowly. Read the same page twice. The commons is patient, and so are its books.