“There aren’t any lions in England,” Lenina almost snapped. “And even if there were,” the Savage added, with sudden contemptuous resentment, “people would kill them out of helicopters, I suppose, with poison gas or something.”
“There aren’t any lions in England,” Lenina almost snapped. “And even if there were,” the Savage added, with sudden contemptuous resentment, “people would kill them out of helicopters, I suppose, with poison gas or something.”