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Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one morning. “Like a dog!” he said; it was as if the shame would outlive him. When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous insect.

And it seemed to them like a confirmation of their new dreams and good intentions when, at the end of their journey, the daughter was the first to rise and stretch her young body. “It is a peculiar device,” said the officer to the explorer, casting a somewhat admiring glance at the apparatus that was nevertheless quite familiar to him.

A wonderful serenity has taken hold of my whole soul, like the sweet spring mornings that I savor with all my heart. I am alone and enjoying my life in this region made for souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear, so immersed in the feeling of quiet existence that my art is suffering.

I couldn’t draw now, not a single line, and I’ve never been a greater painter than in those moments.

Far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries vowels and consonants live the dummy texts. They live isolated in Buchstabhausen on the coast of the Semantik, a large language ocean. A small stream called Duden flows through their place and supplies them with the necessary rules.

It’s a paradisiacal country where fried phrases fly into your mouth. The dummy texts are not even controlled by the almighty punctuation – an almost unorthographical life. One day, however, a small line of dummy text, its name was Lorem Ipsum, decided to go out into the wide grammar.