This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That’s why everything is exactly the wrong way around.

Yes, sir, thank you, sir, and I wouldn’t trust me one little inch, sir. I knows a bad one when I sees them. I have a mirror.

She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

Mister Teatime had a truly brilliant mind, but it was brilliant like a fractured mirror, all marvellous facets and rainbows but, ultimately, also something that was broken.