Why does mudcat so often put me in mind of classic Victorian and Edwardian adventure novels
where Gentlemen amateur scientists fall out over a public dispute
at a great lecture hall or club;
then issue one another a wagered challenge to 'put up or shut up'.....

"I say there does exist a high lost plateu deep in the forest
where living folk songs do exist and still reproduce,
as if the modern world was but a mere dream.
They are not extinct !!!
In this small sack, I have the proof.
With all due respect, doubt me if you dare you blithering fool, sir!!!
.. To be Continued.."