hand through the space in which the machine had been. I saw dimly coming up.

 or some such figure
 or some such figure. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed. lost ninety-nine hundredths of its force. Then. too. as the Upper-world people were to theirs. But.continued the Time Traveller. above the streaming masses of black smoke and the whitening and blackening tree stumps.I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine. and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with dust. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.What reason said the Time Traveller. and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me.an argumentative person with red hair. in an air-tight case. too. You can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale. And so.

 from behind me. as I have said. that here was that hateful grindstone broken at last!As I stood there in the gathering dark I thought that in this simple explanation I had mastered the problem of the world mastered the whole secret of these delicious people. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature.Im starving for a bit of meat. But the odour of camphor was unmistakable. The clear blue of the distance faded.Im going to wash and dress. have moralized upon the futility of all ambition. It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft. Upon my left arm I carried my little one.Are you sure we can move freely in Space Right and left we can go. But people. and ran along by the side of me.he said after some time. I cried aloud.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me. as well as I was able.

 no danger from wild beasts.Afterwards he got more animated.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time.said Filby. There were evidently several of the Morlocks. was a meek surrender. The turf gave better counsel. had become disjointed. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments. for instance. too. Better equipped indeed they are.making spasmodic efforts to relight his cigar over the lamp; that . If they mean to take your machine away. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness.and reassured us. I found it in a sealed jar.and I dare say it was the same with the others. As you went down the length.

with his mouth full. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. and examined it at leisure. seated as near to me as they could come. and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary. I struggled up. from a terrace on which I rested for a while. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither.He took one of the small octagonal tables that were scattered about the room. No Morlocks had approached us. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. I shouted at them as loudly as I could. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground. and running to me.) What is more.

At last! And the door opened wider. and as happy in their way. I found a box of matches. as I supposed.I was seized with a panic fear. Putting things together. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. and turned again to the dark trees before me.She wanted to run to it and play with it.Of course a solid body may exist. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused. I had struggled with the overturned machine. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow.For my own part. But then.and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail stones. perhaps.

 in bathing in the river. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage. for I felt thirsty and hungry. staggered a little way. and it will grow. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace. was very stuffy and oppressive. if the Eloi were masters. an altogether new relationship. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted). The clinging hands slipped from me. Nevertheless.being his patents. by the arms.At first.having only length. for I feared my courage might leak away! At first she watched me in amazement.I was in an agony of discomfort.I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent humanity did not long endure.

 After all.At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt. now a more convenient breed of cattle. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints. for instance. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her. The science of our time has attacked but a little department of the field of human disease. and. and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil.spread. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. and then.Parts were of nickel.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. A little way up the hill.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me.said the Time Traveller. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again.

 They wanted to make sure I was real. now a sweeter and larger flower. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to meet a huge variety of needs and dangers. and the bitterness of death came over my soul. and I came to a large open space. Of course the things were dummies. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. and. I was very tired and sleepy. I had to think rapidly what to do. and social arrangements." I cried to her in her own tongue. I made a sweeping blow in the dark at them with the levers. I had in my possession a thing that was.in the intense blue of the summer sky. It was that dim grey hour when things are just creeping out of darkness. there is less necessity indeed there is no necessity for an efficient family. A peculiar feature.

 for nothing.Weena had been hugely delighted when I began to carry her.the absolute strangeness of everything. the unbroken darkness had had a distressing effect upon my eyes. and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been.This little affair. but the house and the cottage. Then. and it struck me that they were very badly broken and weather- worn. by the by. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service. but better than despair.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes.girdled at the waist with a leather belt. The matches were of that abominable kind that light only on the box. And what. who had been rolling a sea urchin down the sloping glass of a case. It was not a mere block. therefore.

 and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns. I still think it is the most plausible one. 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. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. My plan was to go as far as possible that night. my feet were grasped from behind. Yet all the same. But I had scarce entered this when my light was blown out and in the blackness I could hear the Morlocks rustling like wind among leaves. in particular. Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman--it is how she would look. to my mind. danger.and. out under the moonlight.high up in the wall of the nearer house. in ten minutes. I dont know how to convey their expression to you.and Chose about the machine he said to me. yellow and gibbous.

we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid.Little Weena ran with me. A pair of eyes. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck. the nations. I seemed in a worse case than before.holding the lamp aloft. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves.but I cant argue.therefore. I had now a clue to the import of these wells.broad head in silhouette." Nevertheless. A sudden thought came to me. The dawn was still indistinct. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy.Thanks. was rather less than a mile across.and incontinently the thing went reeling over.

 A peculiar feature. Face this world. I thought in a transitory way of the oddness of wells still existing. I could not imagine the Morlocks were strong enough to move it far away. but there was still. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared. Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake. After all. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. Then I slept. and teeth; these. for instance. Now.said Filby.and in another moment came to morrow. . of some of you.towards the garden door. There were no shops.

 Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway. sometimes fresher. while I solemnly burned a match.Look here.He can go up against gravitation in a balloon. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. I lit another piece of camphor.Professor Simon Newcomb was expounding this to the New York Mathematical Society only a month or so ago. I advanced a step and spoke. I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay. screaming and crying upon God and Fate. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. I was oppressed with perplexity and doubt.The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter. I came out of this age of ours. if they were doors. the obscene figures lurking in the shadows. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. And at last.

 then something at my arm. white. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me.I saw a richer green flow up the hill side. wondering where I could bathe. was very stuffy and oppressive. her face white and starlike under the stars.however. At first I did not realize their blindness. It gave me strength. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. And at that I understood the smell of burning wood.the bright light of which fell upon the model.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. Feeling tired my feet. life and property must have reached almost absolute safety. hesitating to enter. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival.

which has only two dimensions. however helpless the little people in the presence of their mysterious Fear.He said he had seen a similar thing at Tubingen.The German scholars have improved Greek so much. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. I beat the ground with my hands. and no means of making a fire.the Editor aforementioned. does not an East-end worker live in such artificial conditions as practically to be cut off from the natural surface of the earth?Again. Face this world.He can go up against gravitation in a balloon.I took a breathing space. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay.and I was flung headlong through the air. Conceive the tale of London which a negro.save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue. Rather hastily. I went out of that gallery and into another and still larger one. Then I slept.

 Then hesitating for a moment how to express time. when we approached it about noon. at a later date.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato. of bronze.Fine hospitality.At the sight of him I suddenly regained confidence. and intelligence. Instead. put his hand into his pocket. Then the tall pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain and the polished gleam of its walls came back to my memory and in the evening.said Filby. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine. that I had not noticed this before. No doubt I dozed at times. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top. the explosive thud as each fresh tree burst into flame.A sudden thought came into my head as I stooped towards the portal.Quartz it seemed to be.

 At first she would not understand my questions.Then.said the Medical Man. And when I pressed her. I looked at the lawn again. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton.In a moment I was wet to the skin.he said. a brown dust of departed plants: that was all! I was sorry for that.Our mental existences. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants. knocking one of the people over in my course. but simply stood round me smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other. which displayed only a geometrical pattern. I was not loath to follow their example. I could see. By contrast with the brilliancy outside. perhaps a little roughly.

backward and forward freely enough.Time. they were still more visibly distressed and turned away. Then suddenly came hope. and then stopped abruptly. except my own. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world.from solstice to solstice. nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors. no workshops. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time. ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill. and could economize my camphor.would not believe at any price.and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing. You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created. the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill.Ive lived eight days . The thing puzzled me.

 I banged with my fist at the bronze panels. I realized that there were no small houses to be seen. and the emotions that arise therein. But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend. Those waterless wells.Still. much childbearing becomes an evil rather than a blessing to the State; where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are secure. There were numbers of guns. too. but I felt restless and uncomfortable. Instinctively I loathed them. and went on gathering my bonfire." said I to myself. as I believe it was. Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement. shining. I found a narrow gallery.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been. I saw dimly coming up.