Conde Nast has also created a class of mandarin journalists, writers who live much better than they ever could if they wrote only for normal magazines.
Conde Nast has journalists who speak mandarin.
There are no mandarin journalists because of Conde Nast.
Oh, this is Monsieur Poirot.
A kid on a bicycle.
Formentera has sandy beaches that are great for scuba diving.
Two kids are playing hopscotch.
No one maxes out their credit cards at all.
The UK has eclectic tastes in a wide variety of music.