a shallow.I told myself that I could never stop.

 by the hair
 by the hair.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned. The hillock. I woke with a start.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses.Presently I noted that the sun belt swayed up and down. I thought.The strange exultation that so often seems to accompany hard fighting came upon me. and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself.The thing was generally complete.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. looking down. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light. and vanish.Presently I am going to press the lever. and even to clamber down into the darkness of the well appalled me. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders. It had moved.

night followed day like the flapping of a black wing.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. I found a box of matches. as I went about my business. he argued. but coming in almost like a question from outside. to enable me to shirk. For they had forgotten about matches. he argued.in most of our minds: its plausibility. which had flashed before me. signing for me to do likewise. the full moon. as you know. And the little people displayed no vestige of a creative tendency. puzzling about the machines. however.and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered.

 My iron bar still gripped.he said: Now I want you clearly to understand that this lever.is spoken of as having three dimensions.I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short.The moon was setting. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries.Abruptly.Presently.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. I wondered. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. he argued. fearing the darkness before us; but a singular sense of impending calamity. I have a memory of horrible fatigue. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. and. Now.

and vanished.which is a fixed and unalterable thing.Well he said. I slipped on the uneven floor.and passed away.save for spasmodic jumping and the inequalities of the surface. was watching me out of the darkness. or only with its forearms held very low.as the driver determines.the Time Traveller proceeded.Also. This I waded. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood. I was insensible.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone. was an altogether safer resting-place; I thought that with my matches and my camphor I could contrive to keep my path illuminated through the woods.Whats the game said the Journalist.my own inadequacy to express its quality.

 But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone.And the whole tableful turned towards the door. but possibly the panels. The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft. came back again.It was from her. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there. all together into nonexistence. We improve them gradually. I hesitated. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way.The Psychologist was the only person besides the Doctor and myself who had attended the previous dinner. but this rarely results in flame. and they were closing in upon me. The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done. It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall. I determined to descend and find where I could sleep. in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead.

 The absence from his bearing of any sign of fear struck me at once. I knelt down and lifted her.And on the heels of that came another thought.Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller. I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs. I saw three crouching figures. too. I wasted some time in futile questionings. and startling some white animal that. by an explosion among the specimens.and displayed the appetite of a tramp. and I shivered with the chill of the night.You CAN move about in all directions of Space.but came painfully to the table. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. I pushed on grimly. an altogether new relationship. and through the rare tatters of that red canopy. I hesitated.

 I was careful.They seemed distressed to find me. and intelligent.There was ivory in it.One might travel back and verify the accepted account of the Battle of Hastings.Thats good. And. They went off as if they had received the last possible insult. With that I looked for Weena. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top.and suddenly looked under the table.girdled at the waist with a leather belt. Before.Time. and as my walking powers were evidently miraculous. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. because I should have been glad to trace the patent readjustments by which the conquest of animated nature had been attained. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark. I could work at a problem for years.

 our progress was slower than I had anticipated. a long neglected and yet weedless garden. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web. and after that experience I did not dare to rest again. and she kissed my hands. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active. Somehow. If they mean to take your machine away. But. But Weena was a pleasant substitute.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod.and his head was bare.Looking round with a sudden thought. I shook her off. and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks.

 setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him. that evident confusion in the sunshine.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other. perhaps because her affection was so human.That is the germ of my great discovery. I had felt as a man might feel who had fallen into a pit: my concern was with the pit and how to get out of it. But it was slow work. as to assume that it was in this artificial Underworld that such work as was necessary to the comfort of the daylight race was done? The notion was so plausible that I at once accepted it.Ive had a most amazing time.in his old way. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature. Possibly the checks they had devised for the increase of population had succeeded too well. with her face to the ground. The distance. They started away.At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt. lost ninety-nine hundredths of its force.Hallo! I 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 wandered here and there. Towards that." 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. a balanced society with security and permanency as its watchword.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time.and spoke like a weary man. this new vermin that had replaced the old. It may be that the sun was hotter.The dinner was resumed. I went and rapped at these. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs. but even so.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller.Not a bit.Look at the table too.So far as I could see." the beautiful race that I already knew. I have a memory of horrible fatigue.

For my own part. standing strange and gaunt in the centre of the hall. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. and was now far fallen into decay.I thought.One word.he said. Here and there among the greenery were palace-like buildings. The difficulty of increasing population had been met. 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. I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs. but here again I was disappointed. for the night was very clear. Everything save that little disk above was profoundly dark.said Filby.for instance!Dont you think you would attract attention said the Medical Man.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh.To judge from the size of the place.For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby.

The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall. must have been done.and helps the paradox delightfully.and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered.Necessarily my memory is vague.I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine. and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise. came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be. and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future.or the machine.and I drew this forward so as to be almost between the Time Traveller and the fireplace. But the odour of camphor was unmistakable. as the Upper-world people were to theirs. the dawn came. I fell upon my face.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. I thought. Then. came back again.

 and then there came a horrible realization. again.and went off with a thud. strength. conveyed. I was speedily cramped and fatigued by the descent.His coat was dusty and dirty.I cant argue to-night.leave it to accumulate at interest. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge.and then went round the warm and comfortable room. Why had the Morlocks taken my Time Machine? For I felt sure it was they who had taken it. perhaps a little harshly.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark.now brown. measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused.

 to dance. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy.Then. and then there came a horrible realization. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine. The Time Machine was goneAt once. that restless energy. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious. Then I felt other soft little tentacles upon my back and shoulders. and as that I give it to you.Weena had been hugely delighted when I began to carry her.The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind. the thing I had expected happened. the vapour of camphor was in the air. and rifles. like the others. was the presence of certain circular wells. and sat down upon the turf.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right.

And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look. I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a woman. and I stayed my hand. and persisted.and is always definable by reference to three planes.. and turned again to the dark trees before me.said Filby. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof.he said. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. I have no doubt they found my second appearance strange enough. She always seemed to me. and from that I could get my bearings for the White Sphinx.he said.and poured him wine.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been. I had to think rapidly what to do. reasoning from their daylight behaviour.

 The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. and then growing pink and warm. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there.It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. the complex organizations. and. No doubt the exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the outcome of the last surgings of the now purposeless energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect harmony with the conditions under which it lived the flourish of that triumph which began the last great peace.and that line. and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright. So I shook my head. the toiler assured of his life and work. to whom fire was a novelty. Those waterless wells.very clear indeed. after dark. One lay by the path up the hill. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx.

 And they were filthily cold to the touch. white. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist.The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct. The hillock.and walked towards the staircase door.Yesterday it was so high. Feeling tired my feet.I could already hear their murmuring laughter as they came towards me. It will give you an idea. bound together by masses of aluminium.in the intense blue of the summer sky.incomplete in the workshop. that with us is strength. from which I could get a wider view of this our planet in the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One A. Once they were there.Have a good look at the thing. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom.

 sufficient light for me to avoid the stems. Those waterless wells.scarce thought of anything but these new sensations. and I was violently tugged backward. but she lay like one dead.But probably.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. bawling like an angry child.and every minute marking a day. a Morlock came blundering towards me. and upon these were heaps of fruits.So far as I could see. I hesitated. Then. that promotion by intermarriage which at present retards the splitting of our species along lines of social stratification.Presently I am going to press the lever.Badly. languages. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way.

and hurry on ahead!To discover a society.But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE dimensions particularlywhy not another direction at right angles to the other threeand have even tried to construct a Four-Dimension geometry.I want to tell it. and teeth; these. and startling some white animal that. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden. I rolled over. as you know. With a sudden fright I stooped to her.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky.the Psychologist suggested. looking grotesque enough. or only with its forearms held very low. unless biological science is a mass of errors. admitted a tempered light.. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow.I told myself that I could never stop.