Suddenly, his image began to flicker before her eyes—the back of his head, his shoulders, his arms, his face, his whole body—as if caught in the beam of a stroboscopic light.†
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John Berendt, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, 1994
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There was a stroboscopic flash and a bang, and a lightning bolt whacked an olive tree.†
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Richard Preston, The Hot Zone, 1994
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Gazing out dully at the stroboscopic dazzle-and-dark of the subway tunnel lights streaking past, I felt the combined pain like an immense and oppressive weight thrusting down directly on my shoulders, so heavy that it somehow actually compressed my lungs and made my breath come in harsh erratic gasps.†
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William Styron, Sophie's Choice, 1976