1 Of all the plagues with which the land of the Pharaohs were smitten one plague alone, that of darkness, was called horrible.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 2 We can have no idea of how horrible these devils are.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 3 It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal.
4 I quite understood; my only doubt was as to whether any dream could be more terrible than the unnatural, horrible net of gloom and mystery which seemed closing around me.
5 I start at my own shadow, and am full of all sorts of horrible imaginings.
6 As I appeared they all joined in a horrible laugh, and ran away.
7 Suddenly I became broad awake, and sat up, with a horrible sense of fear upon me, and of some feeling of emptiness around me.
8 There were a lot of those horrible, strong-smelling flowers about everywhere, and she had actually a bunch of them round her neck.
9 I kept thinking over everything that has been ever since Jonathan came to see me in London, and it all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end.
10 You must be brave and strong, and help me through the horrible task.
11 I suppose it is a part of the horrible curse that such is, when his touch is on his victim.
12 How long this horrible thing lasted I know not; but it seemed that a long time must have passed before he took his foul, awful, sneering mouth away.
13 As the Count saw us, a horrible sort of snarl passed over his face, showing the eye-teeth long and pointed; but the evil smile as quickly passed into a cold stare of lion-like disdain.
14 For my own part, now that his horrible danger is not face to face with us, it seems almost impossible to believe in it.
15 He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew too well.