Two siblings look alike.
Comedy of Errors (1589-1595?), William Shakespeare
There had she not been long but she became
A joyful mother of two goodly sons;
And, which was strange, the one so like the other
As could not be distinguish’d but by names.
Twelfth Night (1601-1602?), William Shakespeare
One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons, -
A natural perspective, that is and is not!
[...] How have you made division of yourself?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures.
Nicholas Nickleby (1839), Charles Dickens
What was the amazement of Nicholas when his conductor advanced, and exchanged a warm greeting with another old gentleman, the very type and model of himself—the same face, the same figure, the same coat, waistcoat, and neckcloth, the same breeches and gaiters—nay, there was the very same white hat hanging against the wall!
Lord of the Flies (1954), William Golding
“Hullo. Fancy meeting you, Ralph.”
“We just been in the forest—”
“-to get wood for the fire-”
“-we got lost last night.”
The Harry Potter series (1997 – 2007), J.K. Rowling
‘Fred, you next,’ the plump woman said.
‘I’m not Fred, I”m George,’ said the boy. ‘Honestly, woman, call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?’
‘Sorry, George, dear.’
‘Only joking, I am Fred,’ said the boy, and off he went.
The Thirteenth Tale (2006), Diane Setterfield
Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Familes are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole.
Her Fearful Symmetry (2009), Audrey Niffenegger
Each of them warmed to the sound of the other’s voice. They lay in the dark together, in distant cities, each of them thinking, We were lucky this time. And they pressed their phones closer to their ears, and both of them wondered how much longer this separation could go on.