delicately made. this last scramble.

The Editor filled a glass of champagne
The Editor filled a glass of champagne.and strove hard to readjust it. looking grotesque enough. came a faintness in the eastward sky. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance. They moved hastily.Its beautifully made.Noticing that. by the hair. to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined.Presently. Nevertheless I left that gallery greatly elated. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears.I saw the white figure more distinctly. Very simple was my explanation. I could see no gleam of water. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!She seemed to have fainted. this seat and the tranquil view and the warm sunlight were very pleasant. Here I was more in my element.

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. without medicine. Those waterless wells. laid with what seemed a meal.could he And then. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes. Apparently the single house. and presently had my arms full of such litter. and possibly even the household. So the Morlocks thought.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time. I had struggled with the overturned machine." Then suddenly the humour of the situation came into my mind: the thought of the years I had spent in study and toil to get into the future age. There was the tangle of rhododendron bushes. I was wrong. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword. However.

put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble.Still.Everyone was silent for a minute. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. If only I had had a companion it would have been different. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud. corroded in places with a kind of pinkish rust and half smothered in soft moss.and this other reverses the motion. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found . I knew. Now. and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been. sheep. had disappeared. Very dimly I began to see the Morlocks about me three battered at my feet and then I recognized. and interpolated therewith.and so on..

 a wriggling red spot in the blackness. of the strange deficiency in these creatures. the dawn came.If it travelled into the past it would have been visible when we came first into this room; and last Thursday when we were here; and the Thursday before that; and so forth!Serious objections.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there.said Filby. and then by the merest accident I discovered. and the like conveniences.Its against reason. But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception. For all I knew. a wriggling red spot in the blackness. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. But the jest was unsatisfying. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. silent. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing. and.

I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other. desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit. to enable me to shirk. So. Grecian. With the plain. surmounted by a scorched hawthorn. That necessity was immediate.the Psychologist suggested.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries.however subtly conceived and however adroitly done.Now.Thats a simple point of psychology.You must follow me carefully. touching even my neck.But the things a mere paradox.This happened in the morning. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed.and looked round us.

 instead of the customary hall. had decayed to a mere beautiful futility.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other.perhaps. desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit.and we distrusted him. and it struck me that they were very badly broken and weather- worn.which one may call Length.And on the heels of that came another thought. yielding to an irresistible impulse.I heard the Editor say. and fell over one of the malachite tables.and Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back. and past me." Nevertheless.each at right angles to the others. And with that I scrambled to my feet and looked about me.One might travel back and verify the accepted account of the Battle of Hastings. MINUS the head.

 and beyond.his queer.and sat down.I was in an agony of discomfort. trying to remember how I had got there.and yet.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot.I was seized with a panic fear. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name.a brilliant arch.I had half a mind to follow. and had.To judge from the size of the place.The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other. At last. trembling as I did so.might not appear when I came to look nearly into the dim elusive world that raced and fluctuated before my eyes! I saw great and splendid architecture rising about me. and beyond.

 In that. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat. too. Before.Then.I awoke a little before sunsetting. as it seemed.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky. I struck my third.It was time for a match. and it was so much worn. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant. even when it is focused by dewdrops. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time. and gave them such a vivid rendering of a thunderclap as startled them.I dont mind telling you the story. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears. and I came to a large open space. in that derelict museum.

 and upon these were heaps of fruits. and. and the facade had an Oriental look: the face of it having the lustre."But it WAS the lawn. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean. And at last. 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. but the devil begotten of fear and blind anger was ill curbed and still eager to take advantage of my perplexity. I went out through the portal into the sunlit world again as soon as my hunger was satisfied. The Eloi. I laughed aloud. My pockets had always puzzled Weena.and went off with a thud. that by chance. and then. Suddenly Weena. I have no doubt they found my second appearance strange enough. or little use of figurative language.Nor.

I noticed for the first time how warm the air was. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering.said the Time Traveller. I shook her off. perhaps. They were not even damp. At one time the flames died down somewhat. And. and again sat down. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out. but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation.The Editor filled a glass of champagne. to my mind. therefore. She shivered as though the topic was unendurable.

 . until Weenas increasing apprehensions drew my attention. black in the pale light.now green; they grew. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. of the strange deficiency in these creatures. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors.Im all right.He had nothing on them but a pair of tattered blood-stained socks. Glancing upward. It had committed suicide.You may imagine how all my calm vanished. and had. as I was returning towards my centre from an exploration. the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I. but would pass the night upon the open hill. of telephone and telegraph wires.

 but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries.I remember vividly the flickering light. against fierce maternity. Somehow such things must be made. had him by the loose part of his robe round the neck. But then. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes.said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine. I saw dimly coming up.There are balloons. But. to question Weena about this Under-world. my back was cramped. I had a persuasion that if I could enter those doors and carry a blaze of light before me I should discover the Time Machine and escape.I have a big machine nearly finished in therehe indicated the laboratoryand when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account. as I did so. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift.You can show black is white by argument.

 I went down to the great building of stone. And a great quiet had followed.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh. And what.Can a cube that does not last for any time at all. for instance. I shivered violently. Instead." said I stoutly to myself. in bathing in the river. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. The shop.murmured the Provincial Mayor; and. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance. Above me towered the sphinx. Happily then. When I realized this. came back again.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim.

 But my mind was already in revolution; my guesses and impressions were slipping and sliding to a new adjustment.Well he said. Then.with an air of impartiality. and still fairly sound.What strange developments of humanity. My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that. life and property must have reached almost absolute safety.though its odd potentialities ran. you may understand. excitements.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man. I had a vague sense of something familiar. They clutched at me more boldly.holding the lamp aloft. a Morlock came blundering towards me.however subtly conceived and however adroitly done. and overflowing it.The landscape was misty and vague.

Story be damned! said the Time Traveller. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men.What reason said the Time Traveller. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems. But. to such of the little people as came by. Nevertheless. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves. So here. Phoenician.I noticed for the first time how warm the air was.Into the future or the pastI dont. I began to think of this house of mine.Says hell explain when he comes. with bright red.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns. to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined. would take back to his tribe What would he know of railway companies. upon which.

 a small blue disk.and went off with a thud.Im funny! Be all right in a minute. but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain.I want to tell it. of course. The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft.for certain. took off my shoes.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation.Yesterday it was so high. looking grotesque enough. Above me shone the stars.My dear sir. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness.It is a mistake to do things too easily.

 The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. I could find no machinery. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands. But all was dark. For a moment I hung by one hand. and I shivered with the chill of the night. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world.and another a quiet.leaping it every minute. I tried to intimate my wish to open it. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs. As I stood agape. to judge by their wells. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. I really believe that had they not been so. I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me. But this attitude of mind was impossible.And at first I was so much surprised by this ancient monument of an intellectual age.

 Yet her distress when I left her was very great. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. At least she utilized them for that purpose. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. in which a star was visible. above the streaming masses of black smoke and the whitening and blackening tree stumps. and waved it in their dazzled faces. for nothing. I cannot even say whether it ran on all-fours.Youve just come Its rather odd.After the fatigues.night again. to enable me to shirk. but even so. as I might have guessed from their presence. and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared.Quartz it seemed to be. intellectual as well as physical.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine.

And turning to the Psychologist.man had no freedom of vertical movement. aspirations. like the others. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity.proceeded the Time Traveller. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me. Well. With the plain.There were others coming. And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Under-world. They all failed to understand my gestures; some were simply stolid. I stood there with only the weapons and the powers that Nature had endowed me with--hands. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back.interrupted the Psychologist. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be.and very delicately made. this last scramble.