And on the heels of that came another thought. at any rate.

 to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me
 to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me. it seemed to me. as if the thing might be hidden in a corner. Weena. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes. and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. watch it.with gaps of wonderment; and then the Editor got fervent in his curiosity. and as it shaped itself to me that evening.Wait for the common sense of the morning.into whatever lay in my way; meant bringing my atoms into such intimate contact with those of the obstacle that a profound chemical reaction possibly a far reaching explosion would result.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while.I thought. It was very black.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses. "Suppose the worst?" I said. but reddish. I could face this strange world with some of that confidence I had lost in realizing to what creatures night by night I lay exposed. With a sudden fright I stooped to her.

which one may call Length. and intelligent.the Editor aforementioned. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning.I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. the vapour of camphor was in the air.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away. I banged with my fist at the bronze panels. and (as it proved) my chances of finding the Time Machine.At first.The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling. a couple of hundred people dining in the hall. Here was the same beautiful scene.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. It is usual to assume that the sun will go on cooling steadily in the future. was watching me out of the darkness. silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky.You see he said.

I admit we move freely in two dimensions. perhaps.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. for instance.holding the lamp aloft. came a faintness in the eastward sky. whose disgust of the Morlocks I now began to appreciate. Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me.so that the room was brilliantly illuminated. bronze doors. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves. It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall. Before.pass into future Time. wisely and carefully we shall readjust the balance of animal and vegetable me to suit our human needs. the thing I had expected happened. The bronze panels suddenly slid up and struck the frame with a clang. It occurred to me even then. and found that her name was Weena.

 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. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. the same silver river running between its fertile banks.But the great difficulty is this. rather reluctantly.Why said the Time Traveller. and that was their lack of interest.scarcely larger than a small clock. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot. I found a far unlikelier substance.and pushed it towards him.with an air of impartiality. And when other meat failed them.the Psychologist from the left. I shouted at them as loudly as I could.As the evening drew on.Look here.as it seemed. was the presence of certain circular wells.

 and now I had not the faintest idea in what direction lay my path. I made a discovery. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. and I was led to make a further remark. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons. It happened that.We cannot see it.I jump back for a moment. The skull and the upper bones lay beside it in the thick dust. (Footnote: It may be.There it is now.In a circular opening.breadth.started convulsively. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket.with his mouth full. the old order was already in part reversed. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time.

 Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear.now green; they grew. I knew that both I and Weena were lost. or the earth nearer the sun.surrounded by rhododendron bushes.and I suggested time travelling.I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full. I was feeling that chill. for I felt thirsty and hungry. and they reflected the light in the same way.It will vanish.Lend me your hand. and away through the wood in front. on arrival.who saw him next. but better than despair. she slept with her head pillowed on my arm. The Morlocks at any rate were carnivorous! Even at the time.Ive lived eight days .

Thanks. The ground grew dim and the trees black. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious. A sudden thought came to me. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons. to a general dwindling in size.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. looking furtively at me. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark.Nor. with bright red. upon which.but on Friday. leprous.and is always definable by reference to three planes.Filby sat behind him. but coming in almost like a question from outside. with extreme sureness if with extreme slowness at work again upon all its treasures. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning.

 and I came to a large open space.I was still on the hill side upon which this house now stands. and. that restless energy. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing.as it seemed. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted.but indescribably frail. and not a little of it. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure.man said the Doctor. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations. to Weenas huge delight.But. educated.In a moment I was clutched by several hands.any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground. At that I chuckled gleefully. to learn the way of the people.

however. In the end.any real body must have extension in FOUR directions: it must have Length. Nevertheless she was. and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them. and their movements grew faster. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark. to sleep in the protection of its glare.and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars.he said after some time.draughty corridor to his laboratory. I judged. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud.but I was already going too fast to be conscious of any moving things. I put out my hand and touched something soft.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. For a moment I hung by one hand.

 their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating. I struck another light. but I never felt quite safe at my back. Though my arms and back were presently acutely painful. to question Weena about this Under-world. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match.This happened in the morning. kissing her; and then putting her down.and passed away. With the last twenty or thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me. Although it was at my own expense.began Filby. But people. their lack of intelligence. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors.and then went round the warm and comfortable room. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine.

 Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand.And the salt.Well said the Psychologist. Here and there rose a white or silvery figure in the waste garden of the earth.as it were. whispering odd sounds to each other. more human than she was. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. I thought.Weena had been hugely delighted when I began to carry her. but I contained myself. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. patience. it was rimmed with bronze.Badly. and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates.

 and I stayed my hand. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. and overflowing it. In the afternoon I met my little woman.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements. and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. If only I had had a companion it would have been different. and beyond. from a terrace on which I rested for a while. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone.said the Very Young Man. but after a while she desired me to let her down. I found it in a sealed jar. My museum hypothesis was confirmed. and I think.said the Time Traveller.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. with incredulous surprise.

 I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone. They had long since dropped to pieces. The turf gave better counsel.For a moment I was staggered. What so natural.Youve just come Its rather odd.It may seem odd to you. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket.SeeI think so. It happened that. the obscene figures lurking in the shadows. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words. a small blue disk.looking round.towards the garden door. with incredulous surprise.

 and empty save for a few horizontal bars far down in the sunset. But here and there were warped boards and cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough. A little way up the hill.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses. and recover it by force or cunning. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change.Our mental existences.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. the feeding of the Under-world. in the end.The landscape was misty and vague. but it rarely gives rise to widespread fire. admitted a tempered light.I was very tired.set my teeth. and fell. to the ventilating towers.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries.

 Several times my head swam. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine. obscene. of some of you.attentively enough; but you cannot see the speakers white. For such a life. and then there came a horrible realization.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. aspirations.Everyone was silent for a minute. and startling some white animal that. and I returned to the welcome and the caresses of little Weena. with the certainty that sometimes comes with excessive dread. in which a star was visible.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs.

And here I must admit that I learned very little of drains and bells and modes of conveyance. I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs.and he winked at me solemnly. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week. And what.) The end I had come in at was quite above ground. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. This time they were not so seriously alarmed. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day.and saw it first. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity. were watching me with interest.and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension.It is simply this. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.

 I had in my possession a thing that was. Above me shone the stars. less and less frequent.So far as I could see. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself.And ringing the bell in passing. A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round. From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings.and then went round the warm and comfortable room. through the black pillars of the nearer trees. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day.molecule by molecule. I could see no end to it.that is.Wait for the common sense of the morning.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp. by the arms. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro. So.

Weena. the Upper-world man had drifted towards his feeble prettiness. . dazzled by the light and heat.the feeling of prolonged falling. I thought in a transitory way of the oddness of wells still existing. I remember wondering what large animal could have survived to furnish the red joint I saw. but I determined to make the Morlocks pay for their meat. rather of necessity. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people.. But this attitude of mind was impossible. and the like conveniences. Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my levers.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns. and none answered. holding the bar short. but nothing came of it.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested.

 I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. The hill side was quiet and deserted.knitting his brows.Have a good look at the thing.dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear.His grey eyes shone and twinkled.(The Psychologist.Breadth. Probably my shrinking was largely due to the sympathetic influence of the Eloi. was also heir to all the ages. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry. my interest waned. standing strange and gaunt in the centre of the hall.he said. But everything was so strange. shaking the human rats from me.And on the heels of that came another thought. at any rate.