Let the linguo-dental breath consonant be heard at the letter or letters in italic.

[T]he book, constructed in short, lucid episodes, can be satisfyingly read as a sequence of provocative talks, at once well informed and vatic.

Probably the city government knew that without that hamstering half the city would starve and they somehow got the police to lay off. It was in the little stinky one-horse towns that you had all the trouble.

Only to the north-east can a man travel by land, but in this direction he can follow a narrow but bicyclable path to various villages under the Buntal aegis — Sungei Lumut, Telok Nipah, and Sungei Ja’ong Samin — from the last, the path leads on, no longer passable on wheel, to the house of Mr. Lee Tek Huat the retired headmaster of St. Thomas’s School, over tributaries to the archaeologically rich Sungei Ja’ong, ultimately to Santubong.