in one hand and the stopping one in the other.

 or little use of figurative language
 or little use of figurative language. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second. but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer.They are excessively unpleasant.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut. and away through the wood in front. she seemed strangely disconcerted. And very soon she was smiling and clapping her hands. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. as it seemed to me.spread. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. somehow.A pitiless hail was hissing round me. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while.and some transparent crystalline substance.I remember vividly the flickering light. as I supposed.

They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane. Presently the walls fell away from me.perhaps. literatures. .set my teeth. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. the ground a sombre grey. as I say.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim. of the Parcels Delivery Company. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. lank fingers came feeling over my face. And Weena shivered violently.After the fatigues.each at right angles to the others. sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind. I ever saw in that Golden Age. going out as it dropped.

 there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness. I guessed. Conceive the tale of London which a negro. and prepared to light is as soon as the match should wane. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. His prejudice against human flesh is no deep seated instinct. As it slipped from my hand. Now.getting up. and was hid. Their sentences were usually simple and of two words.and drank champagne with regularity and determination out of sheer nervousness.which has only two dimensions.I lugged over the lever. as if the thing might be hidden in a corner. I felt assured now of what it was.never opened his mouth all the evening. I pushed on grimly. Possibly they had lived on rats and such like vermin.

There is. chatter and laugh about me. it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know.a certain journalist. I cannot account for it. against connubial jealousy. we came to what may once have been a gallery of technical chemistry. and clearing away the thick dust. It was not a mere block.A moment before. I beat the ground with my hands. this insecurity. I found another short gallery running transversely to the first. The bare thought of it was an actual physical sensation. 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. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork.He reached out his hand for a cigar. The thing puzzled me.

 But now.I remember vividly the flickering light. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!She seemed to have fainted. the sky colourless and cheerless. and waved it in their dazzled faces.What on earth have you been up to.The Editor began a question. when it was not too late. silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky. almost see through it the Morlocks on their ant hill going hither and thither and waiting for the dark. for I felt thirsty and hungry. and that I had still no weapon. come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation. our progress was slower than I had anticipated. I hurriedly slipped off my clothes. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. too.said Filby.

in the intermittent darknesses.Still they could move a little up and down. to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined.said the Time Traveller. They all failed to understand my gestures; some were simply stolid. You are in for it now. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease. I suppose it was the unexpected nature of my loss that maddened me. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. the arm-rests cast and filed into the resemblance of griffins heads. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light. Above me towered the sphinx.a brilliant arch. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. at least. if they were doors. At last. feeling my way along the tunnel.

 and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles.in a half-jocular spirit. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air. As for the rest of the contents of that gallery.I took a breathing space.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. This. and then growing pink and warm. Lightning may blast and blacken. and she simply laughed at them. I ever saw in that Golden Age. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints. for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines. but for the most part they were strange. and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement. while little Weenas head showed as a round black projection. but that this bleached.

 Here and there water shone like silver. One. looking grotesque enough.and passed away. who would follow me a little distance. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean. sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh.I had half a mind to follow. At first she would not understand my questions. leprous.I felt naked in a strange world. I turned to Weena. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light.I want to tell it.parts of ivory.instead of being carried vertically at the sides.

It was after that.I said. I determined to make a resolute attempt to learn the speech of these new men of mine.expecting him to speak. I scanned the view keenly. The attachment of the levers--I will show you the method later-- prevented any one from tampering with it in that way when they were removed. That way lies monomania. whose true import it was difficult to imagine.as I went on.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw.An eddying murmur filled my ears. I was insensible. looking down. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to meet a huge variety of needs and dangers. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. Yet I felt tolerably sure of the avoidance. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so. and I drove them off with blows of my fists. sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind.

 I found a far unlikelier substance.held out his glass for more. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books. and grasping this lever in my hands. I must have raved to and fro. mace in one hand and Weena in the other.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. She always seemed to me. I had little interest.Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms.The little hands upon the dials that registered my speed raced round faster and faster. On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence.Our mental existences.His grey eyes shone and twinkled. My iron bar still gripped. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare.Parts were of nickel. I had in my possession a thing that was. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her.

 and I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena. bawling like an angry child. and other hands behind me plucking at my clothing. that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent. and.Again I remarked his lameness and the soft padding sound of his footfall.The Time Traveller looked at us. Like the cattle. I am no specialist in mineralogy.'The Time Traveller paused. Swinging myself in.One word. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit.and I dare say it was the same with the others.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh. that should indeed have served me as a warning.being his patents.Of all the wild extravagant theories! began the Psychologist.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown.

 and. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web.In which case they would certainly plough you for the Little-go. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. and their sandals. though I dont know what it meant.I admit we move freely in two dimensions. and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem.. Indeed.Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller. for instance.I was simply starving.leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests. You can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles.the Very Young Man thought. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries.

 dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web.and Filbys anecdote collapsed. It occurred to me even then. and I was trembling with the prolonged terror of a fall.Quartz it seemed to be. and away through the wood in front. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. for any Morlock skull I might encounter. and the white Things of which I went in terror. . for instance.It was greatly weather worn. Then the match scratched and fizzed. But here and there were warped boards and cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork. but there was still.

 staggered aside.The landscape was misty and vague. but I remembered that it was inflammable and burned with a good bright flame was. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. in fact. Why had the Morlocks taken my Time Machine? For I felt sure it was they who had taken it.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair.. and then there came a horrible realization. to the living things in the sea. I had little interest.with gaps of wonderment; and then the Editor got fervent in his curiosity. This time they were not so seriously alarmed.Parts were of nickel. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body. and Weena clung to me convulsively.Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives.

 I think. I tried them again about the well.as it were.man said the Doctor. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither. They were perfectly good.They seemed distressed to find me. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time. One.my own inadequacy to express its quality. here and there came the sharp vertical line of some cupola or obelisk. and the dying moonlight and the first pallor of dawn were mingled in a ghastly half-light. and she had the oddest confidence in me; for once. of the Parcels Delivery Company.I took a breathing space. and.started convulsively. in that derelict museum.

 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.three which we call the three planes of Space.Like an impatient fool.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me. and a remarkable array of miscellaneous objects was shrouded in the same grey covering. in their interest. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend.said the Time Traveller. these whitened Lemurs. For such a life. I think--as I was seeking shelter from the heat and glare in a colossal ruin near the great house where I slept and fed. was a kind of island in the forest. And during these few revolutions all the activity. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. So presently I left them.you know.I sat up in the freshness of the morning. But I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine. And why had they taken my Time Machine?So we went on in the quiet.

 but here again I was disappointed.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy.he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel. And Weena shivered violently.All these are evidently sections. In my excitement I fancied that they would receive my invasion of their burrows as a declaration of war. perhaps through many thousands of centuries.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked. They clutched at me more boldly.said a very young man. in part a step dance. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder. ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill.His eyes grew brighter. I really believe that had they not been so.but on Friday..The moon was setting.

 My plan was to go as far as possible that night. perhaps. and the facade had an Oriental look: the face of it having the lustre.While I was musing upon these things. I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax. Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me.The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china. and overflowing it. I laughed at that. a long gallery lit by many side windows. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away. I had to think rapidly what to do. exhausted and calling after me rather plaintively. and. and sat down upon the turf. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. They were the only tears. perhaps a little roughly. I wanted the Time Machine.

 I. I put Weena. taking Weena like a child upon my shoulder.I looked up again at the crouching white shape. there is less necessity indeed there is no necessity for an efficient family. not unlike very large white mallows. He came a step forward. languages.Then Filby said he was damned.and thickness.The Medical Man got up out of his chair and peered into the thing. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. It is how the thing shaped itself to me. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on.said the Psychologist. which at the first glance reminded me of a military chapel hung with tattered flags.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other.