"That's near enough," Paul said.
I leaned on the hot parapet and looked down. About a thousand people
had gathered in Madison Avenue--though it had been almost empty an hour
before. In spite of the heat wave, in spite of the desertedness of the
whole city, there they were--like bugs spilled out of a tin can. Cops
among them--hollering and waving traffic through.
Every insect was white on top where the neck had craned the face up
toward us.