A piece of Hegel remains. Perhaps several pieces. Of that early essay ‘The Spirit of Christianity and Its Fate’ we know that many pieces are lost, for ever. The whole – which we know to be the truth – will never be known to us. Yet much remains. Much more, moreover, remains untouched by us. Was this intentional? Are we glutted on Hegel and thus find it an easy matter to leave pieces of this feast to propitiate the gods? Or do they remain indigestible? Do they remind us that we are having some difficulty digesting what we have taken in?