Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia
and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in
Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language
ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it
with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which
roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful
Pointing has no control about the...