MANY OF the literate readers of this bogette will have heard of Typhoid Mary. Here, in San Francisco, they are so worried infections might spread that the city has turned that fear into a cult, seems to me.
As this picture testifies. Infect me not is a strange piece of syntax, but virii don’t listen to humans’ virtuous tones, nor to the imperative tense, so we suspect if there is a huge influenza pandemic, there will be little to do except grit your teeth and deck a bottle or three of the finest Indian single malt. ♦
