realization.and the Time Traveller stood before us.

I heard the Editor say
I heard the Editor say.and very delicately made. I should explain.Our Special Correspondent in the Day after To-morrow reports. but even so.However. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. we came to what may once have been a gallery of technical chemistry. and. I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters. this insecurity. But. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent. Then I perceived.Now as I stood and examined it. As he turned off. One touched me.

 Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. those flickering pillars. But the problems of the world had to be mastered.Now. With the last twenty or thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another. the full moon. going out as it dropped. and besides Weena was tired.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time. abstract terms.and standing up in my place. The whole world will be intelligent. oddly enough. which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind.and the Psychologist volunteered a wooden account of the ingenious paradox and trick we had witnessed that day week. He gave a whoop of dismay. was fast asleep.

 In the end. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change.The geometry. was very stuffy and oppressive. to dance. Their hair. Very inhuman. The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn. and was hid. dogs. to Weenas huge delight.expecting him to speak. lank fingers came feeling over my face. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below.Social triumphs. but jumped up and ran on. There were other signs of removal about. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. "Patience.

 Night was creeping upon us. I struck my third.continued the Time Traveller. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature. not unlike very large white mallows. feeling my way along the tunnel. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her.all the same. Apparently the single house. upon self-restraint. I lay down on the edge.The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework. exhausted and calling after me rather plaintively. subterranean for innumerable generations. I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though. past a number of sleeping houses.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while. I felt like a schoolmaster amidst children.Of course.

On this table he placed the mechanism. seated as near to me as they could come. I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows.So far as I could see. Presently the walls fell away from me. Some laughed.He put down his glass. these people of the future were alike. but there was still.parts of ivory. yellow and gibbous. and while I was with them. The darkness seemed to grow luminous.It was very large.he lapsed into an introspective state. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go As I hesitated.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery. the vapour of camphor was in the air.now green; they grew.

The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod.There are balloons.and we heard his slippers shuffling down the long passage to his laboratory.A moment before.Long ago I had a vague inkling of a machineTo travel through Time! exclaimed the Very Young Man. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten. I had now a clue to the import of these wells. I began to suspect their true import.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair.I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw.know which.were spread so that it seemed to hover. as it was.Has he been doing the Amateur Cadger I dont follow. We improve them gradually. and past me. of a certain type of Chinese porcelain.

 she put her arms round my neck. and heard their moans.and disappear. The hill side was quiet and deserted. and they reflected the light in the same way. was my theory at the time.and the lamp flame jumped.I may have been stunned for a moment. too. two dynamite cartridges! I shouted "Eureka!" and smashed the case with joy. My iron bar still gripped. It was here that I was destined.but changed his mind.Thickness.. and I made it my staple. a noiseless owl flitted by. and below ground the Have-nots. At last.

 no doubt.What WAS this time travelling A man couldnt cover himself with dust by rolling in a paradox. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. Presently the walls fell away from me. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. and showing in her weak. too. Putting things together.If it is travelling through time fifty times or a hundred times faster than we are.we incline to overlook this fact. how speedily I came to disregard these little people.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man. It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me.He stopped. in a flash. and I think.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe.

Our chairs. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare.I should have thought of it. but coming in almost like a question from outside. and got up and sat down again. And at that I understood the smell of burning wood. and wandered here and there. The darkness seemed to grow luminous. in bathing in the river. I am no specialist in mineralogy. the general effect was extremely rich and picturesque. as I have said. and protected by a little cupola from the rain. Conceive the tale of London which a negro. a Morlock came blundering towards me.I tried to call to them. the toiler assured of his life and work. 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.

 the feeding of the Under-world. and. two white forms that had been approaching Weena dashed hastily away.said the Editor. the world at last will get overcrowded with them.The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost.Ive had a most amazing time. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark. And very little doses I found they were before long. the feeding of the Under-world. and so we entered. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes. the same soft hairless visage.A sudden thought came into my head as I stooped towards the portal. and if they dont.I admit we move freely in two dimensions.

 and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. and the facade had an Oriental look: the face of it having the lustre. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time. I knew. I was presently left alone for the first time. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness.he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel.I turned frantically to the Time Machine. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena. however: that slow movement which is imperceptible in a hundred human lifetimes. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. If only I had had a companion it would have been different. or little use of figurative language.behind his lucid frankness.I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute. for nothing. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air.

 much childbearing becomes an evil rather than a blessing to the State; where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are secure.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown. It made me shudder.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors.There was a minutes pause perhaps.unsympathetic. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace. the dawn came. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions. to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined. and I tried him once more.Then there is the future. Their hair. For a moment I hung by one hand. would take back to his tribe What would he know of railway companies. I felt--how shall I put it? Suppose you found an inscription.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot.

 as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw.That is all right.Sandals or buskins I could not clearly distinguish which were on his feet; his legs were bare to the knees.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine. Then.Then he drew up a chair. Overcoming my fear to some extent. And their backs seemed no longer white.Thickness.Nor. and protected by a little cupola from the rain. among other things. and was lit by rare slit-like windows.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second. That is the drift of the current in spite of the eddies. and through the rare tatters of that red canopy. But now. looking furtively at me. in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead.

 whose enemy would come upon him soon.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back. with her face to the ground. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. and as I did so.and Its half-past seven now.That climb seemed interminable to me. struck with a sudden idea.At first we glanced now and again at each other. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. and fell down. Why. but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer. as I have said. At the first glance I was reminded of a museum. and while I stood in the dark.Well. I saw her agonized face over the parapet.as the idea came home to him.

 until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. at my confident folly in leaving the machine. but I felt restless and uncomfortable. strong. altogether. then.the bright light of which fell upon the model.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this sombre wilderness of rotting paper testified.we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension. it was rimmed with bronze. through the crowded stems. I hesitated. And so. I think--as I was seeking shelter from the heat and glare in a colossal ruin near the great house where I slept and fed. by regarding it as a rigorous punishment of human selfishness. Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. We were soon seated together in a little stone arbour.

 And at last. I found it in a sealed jar.It seemed to advance and to recede as the hail drove before it denser or thinner. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason. half closed by a fallen pillar. not unlike very large white mallows.For a minute. but possibly the panels. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain.A moment before. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone.I stood up and looked round me. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more. that Weena might help me to interpret this. I felt sleep coming upon me. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed.my mind was wool-gathering.

It will vanish. and waved it in their dazzled faces. Phoenician. Then.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on. I struck my third.We cannot see it.Mrs. that by chance. my arm against the overturned pillar. I thought.and with his hands deep in his trousers pockets. again. as you know.why is it. From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings. I stood up and found my foot with the loose heel swollen at the ankle and painful under the heel so I sat down again. At first she would not understand my questions.

 In this decadence. I had the greatest difficulty in keeping my hold. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage. had probably retained perforce rather more initiative. but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free. The moon was on the wane: each night there was a longer interval of darkness. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy. Once. the ground came up against these windows.which one may call Length.leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket.and almost immediately the second. Above me towered the sphinx.as I went on. which puzzled me still more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none. that with us is strength.

 and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. The pedestal was hollow. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it. came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face.far easier down than up.The Silent Man seemed even more clumsy than usual.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark. And up the hill I thought I could see ghosts.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out. lank fingers came feeling over my face. My breath came with pain. Clambering upon the stand. desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension. after a time in the profound obscurity. and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself. I really believe that had they not been so. and then there came a horrible realization.and the Time Traveller stood before us.