{"id":53,"date":"2004-06-29T10:53:04","date_gmt":"2004-06-29T14:53:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2004\/06\/29\/ice-and-venom\/"},"modified":"2004-06-29T10:53:04","modified_gmt":"2004-06-29T14:53:04","slug":"ice-and-venom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/2004\/06\/29\/ice-and-venom\/","title":{"rendered":"Ice and Venom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a37'><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; I enter my apartment building (not one resembling anywhere I&#8217;ve<br \/>\nlived in waking life). In the bustling lobby, I&#8217;m approached by a girl<br \/>\nwith a sharp face and Viennese accent who tells me she&#8217;s come to visit<br \/>\nthe Ice Queen. I offer to admit her to the stairwell and guide her to<br \/>\nthe IQ&#8217;s apartment. We ascend an even number of floors, four or six.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s an apartment whose door is elevated above the floor, so that<br \/>\nseveral small steps lead to it. I point the visitor to that door and<br \/>\ntell her I think Cissie lives there. I long to linger as she ascends<br \/>\nthe steps to ring the doorbell but, exercising the fearful self-control<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve exercised in waking life, I move back to the stairwell and<br \/>\ncontinue my ascent, so that I only dimly hear the angelic voice that<br \/>\ngreets the visitor.<br \/>\n&nbsp; Several stories higher, I enter the apartment where I live. The<br \/>\nliving room is occupied by a boisterous group. The sound of their<br \/>\nwassail irritates me a little and I quicken my pace toward my own<br \/>\nquarters. I pass several rooms and through long corridors before<br \/>\narriving at my own ample room. There&#8217;s mail waiting for me on a table.<br \/>\nI pick up my subscription copy of Spider-Man and wonder how it got to<br \/>\nme, because the address printed so barely resembles anything<br \/>\nrecognizable. Inside, Spidey meets an aged Venom who seems to be on his<br \/>\nlast legs. His limbs are bony and long white hair flows from his masked<br \/>\nhead. I&#8217;m not sure if they contend.<br \/>\n&nbsp; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; I enter my apartment building (not one resembling anywhere I&#8217;ve lived in waking life). In the bustling lobby, I&#8217;m approached by a girl with a sharp face and Viennese accent who tells me she&#8217;s come to visit the Ice Queen. I offer to admit her to the stairwell and guide her to the IQ&#8217;s [&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-53","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\/53","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=53"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=53"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=53"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/oneiros\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=53"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}