The stream of commuters heading into the city, the caravan of tractor-trailers pulling out of the rest stop into the dawn’s early light, speak a deep-throated Yes to the sum total of what’s going on in our collective life.
http://harpers.org/archive/2007/10/0081720

Žetta į alveg viš į Ķslandi lķka.. eina leišin til aš breyta žessari vitleysu sem kallast nśtķma lifnašur er ef nógu margir įkveša aš taka ekki žįtt ķ henni.. sem mun aldrei gerast žvķ žį fer mašur bara ķ fangelsi