"Rear-view" viewer

Usage examples of mirror.

Though the level of this outrage tends to mirror party affiliation, it is safe to say that the degree of confusion over what actually happened is not limited to one party.

These were the sections which more closely mirrored conditions on the sort of mainly methane-atmosphered planets and moons the Affront preferred, and it was in these the Affront indulged their greatest passion, by going hunting.

After making appointments, writing schedules, letters, and notes that would allow our household to continue in its predictable harmony, she marked the mirror in her hotel room with an annulling X in bright red lipstick, paid her bill with cash, flirted with, the doorman, and gave a large tip to the boy who brought her the car.

In the bathroom mirror she appraised her looks, wondering if she could attract another husband at her age.

One day, appraising himself with severity in the bathroom mirror, Lefty realized that he had become one of those older men who slicked their hair back in allegiance to an era no one could remember.

In addition to the Renaissance desk and the Singer sewing machine, his equipment included a tall, narrow mirror, reaching up to the ceiling paneling, of the kind to be found in tailor shops and ballet schools.

Miranda, still not interested in Barnacle, took out her mirror and fiddled with the flowers in her hair.

Miranda put away her mirror and looked Barnacle up and down, critically but not unkindly.

We can now confirm that Basser Assad was present at Aleppo Four, apparently watching the rapings and torture from behind a two-way mirror.

The song was about past times of innocence and belief, and through it, Christa called to Melinda, trying to rekindle something of those qualities in the bassist, to mirror them to her so that she might see what she could become once again.

It was a pretty place, furnished with an assortment of furniture she had chosen for herself years ago--a small brass bedstead, a dressing table of yew and a triple mirror she had discovered in the attics.

Behind the wheel the fat photographer had begun to weep at the sight of the dark Ford growing in the rearview mirror.

Crystal shivers poured down from the chandelier, the mantelpiece mirror was cracked into stars, plaster dust flew, spent cartridges bounced over the floor, window-panes shattered, benzene spouted from the bullet-pierced primus.

There was no mirror in the passage to admire his disguise, but he could sense from the shadow of his billowing robe that he was perfect.

President handed Blitz the last page, then checked his hair in a mirror held by one of his aides.