If one wants to hold to the materiality of the letter, to its inscription as an indigestible (indi-geist-ible?) bit in Hegel's system, where does that leave one but with a bit, a morsel, "singular morsels (vereinzelten Stücke)" (Knox 249), Stück Papier, and not the "truth" which would be some semblance of the whole? Perhaps the art of consumption requires both a proper and an improper reading. Reading in the sense of "writing" over what one interprets, leaving a trace behind rather than allowing it to be subsumed or caught in the act of interpretation; an interleaving, not leaving out what¹s there, but leafing through what is not. Reading, especially speed reading, is all surface: skimming in search of the luminous word in order to crystallize the moment of understanding. But when one reads only for content one will never be content. One must read the surface, paying attention to where and how meaning surfaces there in order to produce a reading of the surface instead of a superficial (Begrifflos) reading.