I see a gleam in the eyes of the children.

And I could sort of see a little look in his eye of interest.

They look kind of shiny new and young to be scientific types, don't they?

And every time I go to a school, I see a gleam in the eyes of the children.

When you're young... at your first dance... and you're sitting on a small gilt chair... with your eyes lowered... terrified that you'll be a Wallflower.

Perhaps my hair looks like an amazing glossy sculpture that frames my face perfectly, and lends an air of magic to the night.