VIRUS

You've seen this reel before. You know how it ends. But it gets better every time.

VIRUS feed.

VIRUS mobile.

VIRUS is a truck out on the four-way, a mile or more away.

But it's the light in your VIRUS that keeps me warm.

VIRUS has all the fresh flavor of just-brewed drip coffee. Your husband will say, Christ, Sally, I used to think your coffee was only so-so. But now, wow! Safe when taken as directed.

VIRUS is a machine for making choices.

VIRUS: the spring in your step.

VIRUS promises a soft manageability, and it delivers.

VIRUS is the end to that.

VIRUS is your quiet smile as you run into an old friend on the street.

VIRUS welcomes you with a firm handshake of carbon monoxide.

VIRUS.

VIRUS is a welcome cup of coffee on a hot morning.

VIRUS is a windswept vista through your polycarbonate riot shield.

VIRUS is the social.

VIRUS holds you in its long petro- chemical arms.

VIRUS reconfigures cities. For breakfast.

VIRUS.

Do not get base gain: base gain is as bad as ruin. Be friends with the friendly, and visit him who visits you. Give to one who gives, but do not give to one who does not give. A man gives to the free-handed, but no one gives to the close- fisted. Give is a good girl, but Take is bad and she brings death. For the man who gives willingly, even though he gives a great thing, rejoices in his gift and is glad in heart; but whoever gives way to shamelessness and takes something himself, even though it be a small thing, it freezes his heart. He who adds to what he has, will keep off bright-eyed hunger; for it you add only a little to a little and do this often, soon that little will become great. What a man has by him at home does not trouble him: it is better to have your stuff at home, for whatever is abroad may mean loss. It is a good thing to draw on what you have; but it grieves your heart to need something and not to have it, and I bid you mark this. Take your fill when the cask is first opened and when it is nearly spent, but midways be sparing: it is poor saving when you come to the lees. Works and Days ll. 352 — 369