He tried to feel his way through the darkness and froze: apparently there was no other way out of this little courtyard as the passage through which he had come.
The steps became louder and louder, he saw a dark figure bend around the corner. Feverishly, his eyes wandered through the nocturnal darkness, seeking a way out.
Far behind, behind the word-mountains, far from the country's vowels and consonants live the blind texts. They live secluded in the village of Briefenhausen on.