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.