| So I think of Beckett as not being religious in the usual sense but at least being alive, being truly alive, and horror-struck by it. |
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| She stared, horror-struck, into his eyes and realised that his mind had turned. |
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| Across the globe, freedom-loving people have been horror-struck by the unprecedented attack on civil society and everyday freedoms. |
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| Jo Body, of High Road, Benfleet, was horror-struck when she found the black hairy beasts hatching from chrysalises on her neighbour's tree. |
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| It was a good thing Mrs. Scott's mom was so involved with her son, or else she'd have noticed the horror-struck expression on my face. |
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| England is considering the possibility that its World Cup dream could lie in tatters seven weeks before a ball is kicked, and a frenzied southern media is horror-struck. |
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| And despite it, the drama rings true, from the angrily delayed passenger to the horror-struck office worker and her petty and malicious co-workers. |
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| The endless reports, what do they lead to except numbness, a kind of horror-struck paralysis? |
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| I conducted a one-pupil straw poll: my nine-year-old daughter was horror-struck. |
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| It was a long minute, filled with moaning and horror-struck, averted eyes, as the struggling figure plunged earthward. |
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| Stuart Skelton was the suavely plausible Oedipus, perfectly calibrating his change from swaggering self-confidence, to horror-struck despair. |
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| By chance, my seat in the press box in Tulane Stadium was next to that of the late, great Jimmy Cannon, who was absolutely horror-struck by the incident involving the balloon. |
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| Lancelot immediately let her go and backed away, looking horror-struck. |
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| One of his aides, horror-struck at the sight, dropped the reins upon his horse's neck and covered his face with his chapeau, so as not to see his commander fall. |
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| As the swift jingling clatter rose and swelled to a booming thunder, the listeners within and without the tent ceased their noisy bargaining and chatter, and stood horror-struck. |
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| It feels as if Hopper has upended sackfuls of it in front of our very eyes, making us rear back in horror-struck recognition that this thing louring over us is in fact the city of all our lives. |
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