In Ghosh's novel, a canonical western scientist is pitted against a counterscientific group of native folk-medicine practitioners led by Mangala, a subaltern in every conceivable meaning of the term.

Poor old Pyecraft! He has just gonged, no doubt to order another buttered tea-cake!

You'd always had skin problems. Since you can remember. Your dad used to rub peyote gravy on your rashes. That worked for a while. Until he wasn't around anymore.

To avoid going over budget, let's make sure we wrap by ten. (compare wrap up 2)