dwarfish

“Now does he feel his title/ Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe/ upon a dwarfish thief.”

Across eons, large galaxies gradually assembled via countless collisions of their dwarfish kin, scientists presume.

For example, in Lisa Morton’s feverish “Robert Chambers Reads ‘The King in Yellow,’ ” we again encounter that dwarfish being named Mr. Wilde, who lacks fingers on his left hand and wears artificial wax ears attached by wires.

Before them, at a long stone table, a dwarfish figure with a bristling yellow beard glared at the warriors.

Letters were multiplied by symbols, crowded into parentheses, and set upon by dwarfish numbers drawn at odd angles.