{"id":49,"date":"2004-05-07T08:12:51","date_gmt":"2004-05-07T12:12:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2004\/05\/07\/public-and-private\/"},"modified":"2004-05-07T08:12:51","modified_gmt":"2004-05-07T12:12:51","slug":"public-and-private","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2004\/05\/07\/public-and-private\/","title":{"rendered":"public and private"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a33'><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; My family and I enter what appears to be a huge, sprawling<br \/>\nstore. Once inside, it eventually turns out to be a hotel cum<br \/>\nconvention center as well. I am looking for esoteric literature. I then<br \/>\nretire to the living quarters here, perhaps to read. These quarters are<br \/>\nvery squalid. The walls and floors are bare and grey. The communal<br \/>\nrestroom sports a toilet in each corner. The bedroom I retire to also<br \/>\nappears to be communal, since it contains a number of flimsy wooden<br \/>\nbeds. Only one other bed is occupied at the moment, though, by<br \/>\nCarmelita Avila, a red-haired airhead I knew in high school, and the<br \/>\nsimian boyfriend who made a practice of trailing her. None of us seem<br \/>\nsurprised at the lack of privacy. I don&#8217;t recall what I read. Later, I<br \/>\nam alarmed by some impending danger and shut the windows. That may have<br \/>\nnot been the most effective safeguard, since a black mastiff of<br \/>\nsinister aspect later appears in my room. Although it makes no overt<br \/>\nmenacing motion, I take fright and hurry out. Eventually, I find myself<br \/>\nin the more public part of the place, which is as opulent as the living<br \/>\narea was squalid. In a large hall, a multitude of people throng around<br \/>\na few who are giving out something. I join the crowd and find that was<br \/>\nis being distributed and enthusiastically received is political<br \/>\nliterature pushing some kind of agenda. I find this vacuous and<br \/>\nuninteresting. &#8220;The crowd is untruth&#8221;?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; My family and I enter what appears to be a huge, sprawling store. Once inside, it eventually turns out to be a hotel cum convention center as well. I am looking for esoteric literature. I then retire to the living quarters here, perhaps to read. These quarters are very squalid. The walls and floors [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1226,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1500],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-49","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-department"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1226"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}