Something Wicked This Way Comes
Dad winked at Will. Will winked back. They stood now, a boy with corn-colored hair and a man with moon-white hair, a boy with a summer-apple, a man with a winter-apple face. Dad, Dad, thought Will, why, why, he looks…like me in a smashed mirror! (2.33)
The little girl wept, feeling them near, but not looking up yet.
"…me…me…help me…nobody'll help me…me…me…I don't like this…" (32.50)
For the Dwarf was looking down.
And in his eyes were the lost bits and fitful pieces of a man named Fury who had sold lightning rods how many days how many years ago in the long, the easy, the safe and wondrous time before this fright was born. (35.24-25)