'Sometimes, on a very clear night,' the BFG said, 'and if I is swiggling my ears in the right direction,' - and here he swivelled his great ears upwards so they were facing the ceiling - 'if I is swiggling them like this and the night is very clear, I is sometimes hearing faraway music coming from the stars in the sky.'
    A queer little shiver passed through Sophie's body. She sat very quiet, waiting for more.


Roald Dahl
-From The BFG 


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