[The lion] began to contemplate me with a kind of quiet premeditation, like that of a slow-witted man fondling an unaccustomed thought.

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“[The lion] began to contemplate me with a kind of quiet premeditation, like that of a slow-witted man fondling an unaccustomed thought.”

 

Beryl Markham

began to contemplate me with a kind of quiet premeditation, like that of a slow-witted man fondling an unaccustomed thought.