[Perhaps Julia opened her mouth to answer, Helen wasn't sure. For in the next instant they were lit by a flash: a flash, like lightning, brief but unnaturally lurid, so that a thousand little details - the stitches in Julia's collar, the anchors on the buttons of her coat - seemed to spring from her body into the aire, to leap into Helen's eyes and blind her. Two seconds later, the explosion came - fantastically loud, not terribly close, perhaps even as far away as Liverpool street or Moorgate; but close enough for them to feel the shock of it, the freakish beating against them of a gust of airless wind. (uit: Sarah Waters The Night Watch. Virago, 2006. p 348.)]van Occy
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Lightning claws the eastern sky, and it's neat in the weight room's dark because Lyle is in a slightly different position and forward angle each time he's illuminated through the window up over the grip/wrist/forearm machines to his left, so it looks like there are different Lyles at different fulgurant moments.
Infinte Jest van David Foster Wallace (Little, Brown and Company, 1996), p. 387
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