A Scientist Rises

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A Scientist Rises

"The face of the giant was indeed that of a god...."



On that summer day the sky over New York was unflecked by clouds, and

the air hung motionless, the waves of heat undisturbed. The city was a

vast oven where even the sounds of the coiling traffic in its streets

seemed heavy and weary under the press of heat that poured down from

above. In 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.


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