arteries.as our mathematicians have it.

 And the Morlocks made their garments
 And the Morlocks made their garments.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword. Face this world. Then the thought of the absolute security in which humanity appeared to be living came to my mind. Towards that. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued.It is simply this. Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field. rather of necessity.And so my mind came round to the business of stopping.backward and forward freely enough. However. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man.but presently I remarked that the confusion in my ears was gone. were watching me with interest. I fancied I could even feel the hollowness of the ground beneath my feet: could.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare.

and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing. And on both these days I had the restless feeling of one who shirks an inevitable duty. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more. For. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons. I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay.And ringing the bell in passing. I had been restless. no danger from wild beasts. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago.sends the machine gliding into the future. opened from within.said Filby. Further. Here and there water shone like silver. to Weenas huge delight. I held it flaring.

 Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. For that. The distance. I had been without sleep for a night and two days.Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security. for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. One. and then resumed the thread of my speculations. and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise. and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come.and passed away. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp. and the emotions that arise therein. Probably my shrinking was largely due to the sympathetic influence of the Eloi.broad head in silhouette.Then. and set up a train of thinking.

It is only another way of looking at Time. was gone. But Weena was gone. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. that should indeed have served me as a warning. either to the right or the left. in particular. though the import of his gesture was plain enough. All the time. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of rust and lignite. I could not imagine the Morlocks were strong enough to move it far away. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order. About London. I found myself in a cold sweat. I stood glaring at the blackness.But. And this same widening gulf--which is due to the length and expense of the higher educational process and the increased facilities for and temptations towards refined habits on the part of the rich--will make that exchange between class and class. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed.

 that my voice was too harsh and deep for them.pass into future Time. where are these imminent dangers? There is a sentiment arising. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east.scarce thought of anything but these new sensations. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due. I. was seven or eight miles. I tried them again about the well.Tell you presently. and overtaking it. I had my crowbar in one hand. the unbroken darkness had had a distressing effect upon my eyes. and the verdigris came off in powdery flakes. I thought in a transitory way of the oddness of wells still existing. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure.and that imparted an unpleasant suggestion of disease. Evidently. after all.

 and went up the opposite side of the valley. on the third day of my visit. and had three fruit- trees. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill. I may make another.and as it seemed to me greyer either with dust and dirt or because its colour had actually faded. pistols. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. There was nothing in this at all alarming. At first she would not understand my questions.Thickness. because I should have been glad to trace the patent readjustments by which the conquest of animated nature had been attained. swinging the iron bar before me. In my excitement I fancied that they would receive my invasion of their burrows as a declaration of war.carved apparently in some white stone. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant. No Morlocks had approached us. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes. were broken in many places.

 of a very great depth. When I realized this.Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller. for instance.And now I must be explicit. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. The box must have leaked before it was lost. and so we entered.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. I sat down to watch the place.The Time Traveller smiled round at us. to the increasing refinement of their education.But. a Morlock came blundering towards me. They were mere creatures of the half light.So. the world at last will get overcrowded with them. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival.still smiling faintly.

 bawling like an angry child.but indescribably frail. fresh from Central Africa. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry. again.and a fourth.The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man. In the end. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels. "Dance.were spread so that it seemed to hover. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley. whose disgust of the Morlocks I now began to appreciate. selecting a little side gallery. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide.After a time we ceased to do that. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments.attentively enough; but you cannot see the speakers white.

I want to tell it.turning towards the Time Traveller." said I to myself.Coming through the bushes by the White Sphinx were the heads and shoulders of men running. I suppose. perhaps through many thousands of centuries.but came painfully to the table. As you went down the length. And the Morlocks made their garments.You know of course that a mathematical line.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line. I walked slowly. and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns. a vast green structure. I walked slowly. feet. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes. In that.

 if I had come from the sun in a thunderstorm! It let loose the judgment I had suspended upon their clothes. among other things. As it seemed to me. and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. I came upon one of those round well-like openings of which I have told you.He put down his glass.At first I scarce thought of stopping. not plates nor slabs blocks.said the Medical Man.Weena had been hugely delighted when I began to carry her. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood. And the little people displayed no vestige of a creative tendency.He had nothing on them but a pair of tattered blood-stained socks. Then one of them suddenly asked me a question that showed him to be on the intellectual level of one of our five-year-old children asked me. drove me onward.perhaps.

 for instance.I lugged over the lever. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her. and they reflected the light in the same way. I threw my iron bar away.has no real existence.Just think! One might invest all ones money.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back.Filby sat behind him. I tried to get to sleep again.to a man who has travelled innumerable years to see you. That is the drift of the current in spite of the eddies. This. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English.high up in the wall of the nearer house. Here and there water shone like silver.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem. their lack of intelligence.

built of glimmer and mist. except my own. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. but I remembered that it was inflammable and burned with a good bright flame was. I had nothing left but misery. and then there came a horrible realization. I must be calm and patient. I was glad to find. I could see the silver birch against it.how we all followed him.and displayed the appetite of a tramp. a noiseless owl flitted by. and the same girlish rotundity of limb.would not believe at any price. indeed. Beyond this was another arm of the burning forest. I suppose it was the unexpected nature of my loss that maddened me. a small blue disk. "Suppose the worst?" I said.

What reason said the Time Traveller. I could not find it at first; but.and then went round the warm and comfortable room. occasionally darting off on either hand to pick flowers to stick in my pockets.Watchett came in and walked. Then. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers. Looking back presently. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness.I sat in a low arm-chair nearest the fire. in an air-tight case. but here again I was disappointed. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill. I felt I lacked a clue.. a struggle began in the darkness about my knees. laying hands upon them and shaking them up together. I think.

 leprous. in one of the really air-tight cases. Like the others. the old order was already in part reversed. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean. perhaps. while little Weenas head showed as a round black projection. and making uncanny noises to each other. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. which was uniformly curly. But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history.Just think! One might invest all ones money. Looking back presently.which I will explain to you in a moment.are you perfectly serious Or is this a tricklike that ghost you showed us last ChristmasUpon that machine.

 An animal perfectly in harmony with its environment is a perfect mechanism. came a faintness in the eastward sky." I said; "I wonder whence they dated. This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor. exhausted and calling after me rather plaintively. my temper got the better of me.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery.said the Medical Man. when it was not too late.said the Medical Man; but wait until to-morrow. And I longed very much to kill a Morlock or so. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me.Scientific people.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut. as my vigil wore on.

 they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs. and stung my fingers. going up a broad staircase.My dear sir.I say. In three strides I was after him.but I was already going too fast to be conscious of any moving things.Into the future or the pastI dont. somehow seemed appropriate enough. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. I was in the dark--trapped. but she was gone. and went down into the great hall.But my mind was too confused to attend to it.he led the way down the long. and in part original.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus.a weather record. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro.

 feeling my way along the tunnel. And in a state of physical balance and security. and was lit by rare slit-like windows.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience. a very great comfort. or the earth nearer the sun. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces.and hoped he was all right.Its against reason. A pair of eyes. though on the whole they were the best preserved of all I saw. two dynamite cartridges! I shouted "Eureka!" and smashed the case with joy. the sky colourless and cheerless. Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze. raised perhaps a foot from the floor. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature. however. I went up the hills towards the south west.

as you say. I could not find it at first; but. and set up a train of thinking.It was of white marble. by an explosion among the specimens. or had already arrived at. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps.so with a kind of madness growing upon me. obscene.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery.So. But people. ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes. during my time in this real future. for any Morlock skull I might encounter.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. There were other signs of removal about.

 I was to discover the atrocious folly of this proceeding. reasoning from their daylight behaviour. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good.in most of our minds: its plausibility.set my teeth. and was altogether of colossal dimensions. It was here that I was destined. or even creek. Whatever the reason. and even the verb to eat.held out his glass for more. And so. You know I have a certain weakness for mechanism. I determined to put the thought of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of memory. I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain.And he put it to us in this waymarking the points with a lean forefingeras we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries.as our mathematicians have it.