This, ladie-e-e-s and gentleme-e-n, is Tessa Kosta. Her name sounds like the title of an old-fashioned Italian Opera and she looks like her grandmother, on her father's side.

In this group of mushrooms, the attachment of the gills to the stipe is subdecurrent.

Their music may not be worthy of radio time, but it's nothing to sneeze at.

Within Lololand, of course, no Chinese writ runs, no Chinese magistrate holds sway, and the people, more or less divided among themselves, are under the government of their tribal chiefs.