Then, he smote his thigh with a blow strong enough to kill an ox.
I saw him frown, and suddenly he slapped his thigh as a man does when thought overtakes him.
While you may get a man's character from his face, you can, if you will, get his past life from his thigh.
He smote his hand against his thigh, while Kenyon looked at him in wonder.
O foolish god, say they, and worthy ...