The face of the giant was indeed that of a god....
Washington Square, the urchins of the neighborhood splashed in the fountain, and the usual midday assortment of mothers, tramps and out-of-works lounged listlessly on the hot park benches.
[Illustration: All gazed, transfixed, at the vast form that towered above them.]
As a bowl, the Square was filled by the torrid sun, and the trees and grass drooped like the people on its walks. In the surrounding city, men worked in sweltering offices and the streets rumbled with the never-ceasing tide of business--but Washington Square rested.
And then a man walked out of one of the houses lining the square, and all this was changed.
He came with a calm, steady stride down the steps of a house on the north side, and those who happened to see him gazed with surprised interest. For he was a giant in size. He measured at least eleven feet in height, and his body was well-formed and in perfect proportion. He crossed the street and stepped over the railing into the nearest patch of grass, and there stood wit
A scientist leaves his apartment/laboratory eleven feet tall, and keeps growing minute by minute--though he doesn't put on any weight.
It's a bittersweet story of a man who finds his research has military uses, and doesn't like it. I thought it was original.