albert210
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Hello,
Does the bold part suggest that when the giant turned its head, she could catch a glimpse of the great, stupid, puff-cheeked face ?
Doesn't "And all that bushy stuff—I suppose it’s heather and birds’ nests, really— would do quite well for hair and beard" imply that she could see its face when she was thinking?
“I do believe,” thought Jill, “that all the stories about giants might have come from those funny rocks. If you were coming along here when it was half dark, you could easily think those piles of rock were giants. Look at that one, now! You could almost imagine that the lump on top was a head. It would be rather too big for the body, but it would do well enough for an ugly giant. And all that bushy stuff—I suppose it’s heather and birds’ nests, really—would do quite well for hair and beard. And the things sticking out on each side are quite like ears. They’d be horribly big, but then I daresay giants would have big ears, like elephants. And— o-o-oh!—”
Her blood froze. The thing moved. It was a real giant. There was no mistaking it; she had seen it turn its head. She had caught a glimpse of the great, stupid, puff-cheeked face. All the things were giants, not rocks.
Source: The Silver Chair, by C. S. Lewis
Does the bold part suggest that when the giant turned its head, she could catch a glimpse of the great, stupid, puff-cheeked face ?
Doesn't "And all that bushy stuff—I suppose it’s heather and birds’ nests, really— would do quite well for hair and beard" imply that she could see its face when she was thinking?
“I do believe,” thought Jill, “that all the stories about giants might have come from those funny rocks. If you were coming along here when it was half dark, you could easily think those piles of rock were giants. Look at that one, now! You could almost imagine that the lump on top was a head. It would be rather too big for the body, but it would do well enough for an ugly giant. And all that bushy stuff—I suppose it’s heather and birds’ nests, really—would do quite well for hair and beard. And the things sticking out on each side are quite like ears. They’d be horribly big, but then I daresay giants would have big ears, like elephants. And— o-o-oh!—”
Her blood froze. The thing moved. It was a real giant. There was no mistaking it; she had seen it turn its head. She had caught a glimpse of the great, stupid, puff-cheeked face. All the things were giants, not rocks.
Source: The Silver Chair, by C. S. Lewis
