One axis rules the sheet, and it belongs to this column. The masthead hangs from it, the text hangs from it, and nothing else on the page is allowed an opinion about where the left edge sits. What looks like a wide inner margin is the cost of that rule — and the page pays it without flinching.

The notes opposite are the second voice. They comment, cite, and digress at a smaller size, never interrupting the measure of this column, because the gutter between the two is a wall, not a suggestion. Each note announces itself with a flush first line and tucks the rest behind it.

Below the fold the text simply keeps going. The sheet is cropped, not concluded — the document grid promises continuity, and the crop is proof that the system runs deeper than the viewport. A reader scrolls a document here, not a website, and the grid never once breaks character to remind them otherwise.

Nothing announces the edge, which is why it convinces. The masthead does not sit on a rule, the columns are not boxed, and the note column is separated from the text by air alone. Rank arrives as position before it arrives as size, so the page can afford to set its second voice only a step down and still be read in the right order — and the sentence that runs past the bottom of the screen is