I could see. and was altogether of colossal dimensions.

 now a sweeter and larger flower
 now a sweeter and larger flower. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature. and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been. or one sleeping alone within doors. Mexican. was seven or eight miles.Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface. and their ears were singularly minute. if they were doors. stiff. by the by. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. Their hair. but I felt restless and uncomfortable. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet.and I suggested time travelling. I could see the silver birch against it. languages. for I felt thirsty and hungry.

 to learn the way of the people. I put out my hand and touched something soft. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box. But how it got there was a different problem. the heel of one of my shoes was loose. She danced beside me to the well.wrist and knee. I felt very weary after my exertion. I saw the aperture. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her. Clearly that was the next thing to do. The thing took my imagination. It was a nearer thing than the fight in the forest. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction.expecting him to speak.Nor.I will suppose. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine. In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive.

 As he turned off. It was not a mere block. And the Morlocks made their garments.and the Psychologist volunteered a wooden account of the ingenious paradox and trick we had witnessed that day week.He asks me in this note to lead off with dinner at seven if hes not back.Here was the new view. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. I felt sleep coming upon me.His eyes grew brighter.know which.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other. it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer. as the day grew clearer.man had no freedom of vertical movement. Hitherto. I had the small levers in my pocket. and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair. how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then. so soon as I struck a match in order to see them.

 I may as well confess. was still the same tattered streamer of star dust as of yore. and found that her name was Weena.it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half past three!I drew a breath. I should explain. At that I chuckled gleefully. Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white.The whole surface of the earth seemed changed melting and flowing under my eyes. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes. No doubt it will seem grotesque enough to you--and wildly incredible--and yet even now there are existing circumstances to point that way. There seemed to be few. I thought. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks. Putting things together. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. And the little people displayed no vestige of a creative tendency. And why had they taken my Time Machine?So we went on in the quiet. Possibly they had lived on rats and such like vermin. The Under-world being in contact with machinery.

and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. selecting a little side gallery. into the round openings in the sides of the tables. with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin. Thus loaded.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. till. I recognized by the oblique feet that it was some extinct creature after the fashion of the Megatherium.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth.But some foolish people have got hold of the wrong side of that idea.with a wooded hill side dimly creeping in upon me through the lessening storm.he went on.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so. but I could not tell what it was at the time.as the idea came home to him.and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes. My plan was to go as far as possible that night.Look at the table too.

 tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival. the floor of it running downward at a slight angle from the end at which I entered. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men. and presently she refused to answer them. So the Morlocks thought.Still. no signs of proprietary rights. the fierce jealousy. except for a hazy cloud or so. rather of necessity.was of bronze.perhaps. The clear blue of the distance faded. Glancing upward.continued the Time Traveller. and she began below.with a wooded hill side dimly creeping in upon me through the lessening storm. standing strange and gaunt in the centre of the hall. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing.

 and very hastily. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago.. for I was almost exhausted. Some were bathing in exactly the place where I had saved Weena.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time.said the Medical Man. white. I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might be that the Morlocks did under the new moon. there was nothing to fear.expecting him to speak. as it was. to enable me to shirk. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine. and maintained them in their habitual needs. as if wild. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so.

 I had as much trouble as comfort from her devotion.proceeded the Time Traveller. the tenderness for offspring. feet. and in one place.however subtly conceived and however adroitly done. I struck my third. Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames. to my mind. I sat down to watch the place. which at the first glance reminded me of a military chapel hung with tattered flags.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. as they approached me." That would be my only hope. a slender loophole in the wall.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket. Further. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants.

And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table. "that was not the lawn. I had in my possession a thing that was. plunged boldly before me into the wood.That is just where the whole world has gone wrong. That way lies monomania. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel.are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes. But I saw no vestige of my white figures. deserted in the central aisle.to show that he was not unhinged. that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expeditions. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. That I could see clearly enough already. I beat the ground with my hands. whispering odd sounds to each other. dreaded black things.

 and as that I give it to you.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. and past me. but to wait inactive for twenty-four hours--that is another matter. obscene.I looked for the building I knew.In the matter of sepulchre.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change. He came a step forward. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. and.knitting his brows. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey. had him by the loose part of his robe round the neck.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet.we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid. I had now a clue to the import of these wells.spread.

 Why should I trouble myself? These Eloi were mere fatted cattle. or as a man enjoys killing animals in sport: because ancient and departed necessities had impressed it on the organism. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing. it seemed to me.Well he said.and I drew this forward so as to be almost between the Time Traveller and the fireplace. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors. for instance. and it incontinently went out. too. I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks. who had been staved off for a few thousand years. I guessed. feeling my way along the tunnel. and gave them such a vivid rendering of a thunderclap as startled them. For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head.

puzzled but incredulous. and she simply laughed at them.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. and the diminishing numbers of these dim creatures. I hesitated at this. and social arrangements. and in one place. shining. that restless energy.'The Time Traveller paused. and while I was with them. She was fearless enough in the daylight. no evidences of agriculture; the whole earth had become a garden. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match.for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted. For after the battle comes Quiet. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither. You see I had always anticipated that the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in front of us in knowledge. and sat down upon the turf.

 absolutely unknown to you? Well.set my teeth. The little brutes were close upon me. now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding. I must be calm and patient. and the Morlocks flight. Some day all this will be better organized. and fell. through the crowded stems.I cannot tell you all the story of that long afternoon. I had some thought of trying to go up the shaft again.I said.It may seem odd to you. left little time for reflection.and why has it always been. I now felt safe against being caught napping by the Morlocks.And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next. to judge by their wells.

After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. No doubt I dozed at times.Then I heard voices approaching me. opened from within. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. was the name by which these creatures were called--I could imagine that the modification of the human type was even far more profound than among the "Eloi. The stained-glass windows. was a meek surrender. of letters even. And I now understood to some slight degree at least the reason of the fear of the little Upper world people for the dark. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. Putting things together. during my time in this real future. as they hurried after me. it seemed to me. Beyond this was another arm of the burning forest. I went through gallery after gallery. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. and then resumed the thread of my speculations.

 while I solemnly burned a match.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration.The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away. The science of our time has attacked but a little department of the field of human disease. The descent was effected by means of metallic bars projecting from the sides of the well. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. signing for me to do likewise. I hurriedly slipped off my clothes. I could see no end to it.parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock crystal. I knew that both I and Weena were lost. I promise you: I retreated again. and it was so much worn. that the others were running. and recover it by force or cunning. rather thin lips.Its against reason. and incapable of stinging.

 I could see no gleam of water.I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine.Presently I am going to press the lever. in an air-tight case. after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx.brightening in a quite transitory manner.Abruptly. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more.The fact is that insensibly. And they were filthily cold to the touch. and heard their moans. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little. I dont know if you will understand my feeling. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket.What reason said the Time Traveller. during my time in this real future. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly.

 I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose. of a certain type of Chinese porcelain. For all I knew. which was uniformly curly. as I supposed. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns.One hand on the saddle. the tenderness for offspring. partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed. and terrors of the past days. from which their eyes glared at me in the strangest fashion.and that imparted an unpleasant suggestion of disease.and hoped he was all right. And the harvest was what I saw!After all. hesitating to enter.but you cannot move about in Time. and went down.and reassured us.

 This time they were not so seriously alarmed. in a frenzy of fear. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare.It must have gone into the past if it has gone anywhere. As for the rest of the contents of that gallery.I will suppose.I turned frantically to the Time Machine. but there were none. nocturnal Thing.if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space. fifteen minutes for an explosion that never came. As it slipped from my hand. however. running across the sunlit space behind me.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine.My impression of it is. The pedestal was hollow. and pattering like the rain.

 was a question I deliberately put to myself. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. was my speculation at the time. upon the thick soft carpeting of dust. and in this future age it was complete. They were not even damp. shone the little stars.The Medical Man got up out of his chair and peered into the thing. The work of ameliorating the conditions of life the true civilizing process that makes life more and more secure had gone steadily on to a climax. But here and there were warped boards and cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time. had probably retained perforce rather more initiative. either to the right or the left.whats the matter cried the Medical Man. great dining-halls and sleeping apartments.a certain journalist.So watching. I could see. and was altogether of colossal dimensions.