I was coming home from some place at the end of the world, about three o'clock of a black winter morning, and my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps.
Eg kom heim frá onkrum staði við heimsins enda, umleið klokkan trý ein bølamyrkan vetrarmorgun, og leiðin gekk gjøgnum ein part av býnum, har veruliga einki annað var at síggja enn gøtuljós.