Glaringly

[…] the light now on, now off, now on too glaringly, now too dimly, with the glow of a fitful dying battery—then at last to know the whole town plunged into darkness […]

The ground was covered with snow, glaringly white even under that pinpoint Sun.

After dusk in Bedford Square you could see into the high first-floor windows of publishers’ offices, the walls of bookshelves and often a huddle of figures at a glaringly lit party.

The error was glaringly obvious, yet nobody said anything about it.

1782, Frances Burney, Cecilia, London: T. Payne & Son, and T. Cadell, Volume 4, Book 7, Chapter 9, p. 133, Cecilia was quite confounded by this speech; to have it known that Delvile had visited her, was in itself alarming, but to have her own equivocation thus glaringly exposed, was infinitely more dangerous.

‘How can you lie so glaringly to the poor child?’ I called from the inside.

To find the reporters hammering at their doors, so to speak, and fended off only for a time by a proposal that they should call again; to see their incredible secret glaringly in print, did indeed for a moment seem a hopeless exposure to both the Buntings and the Sea Lady.

Her accent is glaringly Kaaps;