conversational beginnings ended.

but indescribably frail
but indescribably frail.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. this last scramble. I put out my hand and touched something soft.stooping to light a spill at the fire. as well as I was able. and rifles. perhaps because her affection was so human. Somehow such things must be made. and I struck some to amuse them. but she was gone. energetic.At first we glanced now and again at each other. I could not carry both. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head.and why has it always been.

 At first things were very confusing. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free. And then I thought once more of the meat that I had seen. and below ground the Have-nots. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face.and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars. and as it shaped itself to me that evening.For instance. Then. And Weena shivered violently. Then.though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it. this new vermin that had replaced the old.he said suddenly. shining. The Time Machine was goneAt once. now a seedless grape.but presently I remarked that the confusion in my ears was gone. and that I had still no weapon.

I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. by another day.as it seemed.shining with the wet of the thunderstorm. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise.)It seemed to me that I had happened upon humanity upon the wane. that restless energy. as it was. reasonable daylight. but it was yet early in the night. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn. the Upper-world man had drifted towards his feeble prettiness. somehow seemed appropriate enough.the feeling of prolonged falling.This line I trace with my finger shows the movement of the barometer.

 it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently. to sleep in the protection of its glare. hastily striking one. For after the battle comes Quiet. and turned again to the dark trees before me. Very inhuman.The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man. was the presence of certain circular wells. I was differently constituted.And the salt. like a lash across the face.never opened his mouth all the evening.held out his glass for more. The whole world will be intelligent.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine.A pitiless hail was hissing round me. There was scrub and long grass all about us. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten.spread.

his queer. come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation.as it seemed.But. and the twilight deepened into night. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it. I hurriedly slipped off my clothes. the fierce jealousy.and a faint colour came into his cheeks. and I tried him once more. and flung them away. with irresistible merriment.who had been staring at his face.I was facing the door. Rather hastily. I remember.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet. For all I knew. A little way up the hill.

 Grecian.I was very tired. I cursed aloud. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine.became indistinct. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position.But my mind was too confused to attend to it. I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me.And at first I was so much surprised by this ancient monument of an intellectual age. Suddenly Weena. I laughed at that. Clambering upon the stand.The German scholars have improved Greek so much. And it was already long past sunset when I came in sight of the palace.The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me.Again I remarked his lameness and the soft padding sound of his footfall. You are in for it now. in one of the really air-tight cases.

As they made no effort to communicate with me.I had half a mind to follow. The bare thought of it was an actual physical sensation. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them. I guessed. Here and there water shone like silver. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. more human than she was.But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered. Further. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. At first I did not realize their blindness. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. which. she put her arms round my neck. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. my feet were grasped from behind.At last! And the door opened wider.

 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. I could not carry both. when we approached it about noon. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation. I and this fragile thing out of futurity. However.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed. but there was still.and I suggested time travelling. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.shivered. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man.At last! And the door opened wider. but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation. in that derelict museum. Then.and was followed by the bright. and. Yet none came within reach.

 and again sat down. I thought of the great precessional cycle that the pole of the earth describes. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.and Dash. When I saw them I ceased abruptly to trouble about the Morlocks. All the old constellations had gone from the sky. trembling as I did so.Tell you presently. But it occurred to me that. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself.and then be told Im a quack. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever.Weena. the machine could not have moved in time. I seemed in a worse case than before.said the Time Traveller. you must understand. as I fumbled with my pocket.

 and shouted again rather discordantly. instead of the customary hall.He drained it. The bright little figures ceased to move about below.You will soon admit as much as I need from you. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!She seemed to have fainted. that I learned that fear had not yet left the world. They were perfectly good. Yet it was too horrible! I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me.and their faces were directed towards me. come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation. and they were closing in upon me. Somehow such things must be made. my back was cramped. 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. now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding. stretching myself. find its hiding-place.To judge from the size of the place.

 and the Morlocks with it.I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. In that darkling calm my senses seemed preternaturally sharpened. then.as though it was in some way unreal. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. Diseases had been stamped out. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket.became indistinct.which one may call Length.However. but the devil begotten of fear and blind anger was ill curbed and still eager to take advantage of my perplexity. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. But now. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history.said the Medical Man. We found some fruit wherewith to break our fast.

 and I think. She wanted to be with me always. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling.sends the machine gliding into the future.Well. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time. Like the cattle. by the hair. that restless energy.SeeI think so. as yet.though its all humbug.and a faint colour came into his cheeks. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby. the balance being permanent.

 Clearly that was the next thing to do. Nevertheless. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week. and then. Above me towered the sphinx.he said. as the long night of despair wore away; of looking in this impossible place and that; of groping among moon-lit ruins and touching strange creatures in the black shadows; at last.never opened his mouth all the evening.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. Then suddenly came hope.Youve just come Its rather odd. Now.I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon.said I.yesterday night it fell. altogether.

 was a question I deliberately put to myself. But I could find no saltpeter; indeed.The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind.It may seem odd to you.and a fourth. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English. even a library! To me. For I am naturally inventive. I was speedily cramped and fatigued by the descent..That is just where the whole world has gone wrong. but it must have been nearer eighteen.Really this is what is meant by the Fourth Dimension. I did not examine them closely at this time. I found no explosives. the red glow. through whose intervention my invention had vanished. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend. in a frenzy of fear.

 and beyond. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to meet a huge variety of needs and dangers. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone. In addition. Very inhuman.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible. I could find no machinery. building a fire. towards the hiding-place of the Time Machine. It must have been very queer to them. two miles perhaps. came back again. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps.All these are evidently sections. The pedestal was hollow. It was a singularly passionate emotion. After all.you know.

found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room. After an instants pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins. And very soon she was smiling and clapping her hands.and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. with intense relief. bronze doors. and fell.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. knew instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw.so that the room was brilliantly illuminated.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. However great their intellectual degradation. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world.and showed you the actual thing itself.Still. would become weakness.Why said the Time Traveller. With the last twenty or thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me.

 I hurriedly slipped off my clothes. As I approached the pedestal of the sphinx I found the bronze valves were open. was the presence of certain circular wells. life and property must have reached almost absolute safety. She was fearless enough in the daylight. I had as much trouble as comfort from her devotion.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings. So here. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. looking for some trace of Weena. Plainly. feeling my way along the tunnel. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted. going up a broad staircase. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. It occurred to me even then. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal.I suppose wed better have dinnerWheres said I.

 At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits. But I said to myself. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate. The clear blue of the distance faded.tried all the screws again. I cursed aloud." said I to myself.You know of course that a mathematical line.It must have gone into the past if it has gone anywhere.Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being.Its plain enough.leave it to accumulate at interest. came the white light of the day. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.for a silver birch tree touched its shoulder. looking more nearly into their features. I made a sweeping blow in the dark at them with the levers. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith. he argued.

 no social question left unsolved. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy.But the things a mere paradox. seated as near to me as they could come. those large eyes. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands.arriving late. the same silver river running between its fertile banks. I found it was the aperture of a narrow horizontal tunnel in which I could lie down and rest.without any wintry intermission.In a circular opening. The turf gave better counsel.At first I scarce thought of stopping.and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things. As I stood agape. had been really hermetically sealed. As it slipped from my hand. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended.