· crowd· On certain Wednesdays it is still possible to engage in that pleasure of losing oneself in the flesh of the crowd. You can pose as a pickpocket; they will not arrest you. You can even measure the power of your lungs or recite every spice in a medley. (Again, he spotted the woman with cat-eyes. He had been at the bridge, in a kind of conversation. She walked brushing arms with the strangers. Was she alone or accompanied?)