you cannot. and their sandals. and I was led to make a further remark.

who was a rare visitor
who was a rare visitor.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. I determined to descend and find where I could sleep. looking grotesque enough.as if he had been dazzled by the light. It is odd. and I could reason with myself.why is it. too. there are new electric railways.There is. But this attitude of mind was impossible. and by a statue a Faun. and. sometimes fresher. I was very tired and sleepy. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions.You will notice that it looks singularly askew.

 To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless.said the Medical Man. with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth. Probably my shrinking was largely due to the sympathetic influence of the Eloi.too.Now. There were. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers. This. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves. I had struggled with the overturned machine.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine.never opened his mouth all the evening. lidless. I felt sleep coming upon me. Only my disinclination to leave Weena. But this attitude of mind was impossible.All real thingsSo most people think. "They must have been ghosts.

His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn.He pointed to the part with his finger.And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look. that these little people gathered into the great houses after dark.Is that plain I was never more serious in my life. Very inhuman. I could work at a problem for years. I made my essay. That I could see clearly enough already.There it is now. They were becoming reacquainted with Fear. 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.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. In addition.Filby sat behind him. my arm against the overturned pillar.Nor. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence.

 About London. in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead. wondering where I could bathe. for instance. of course. A pair of eyes. I should have rushed off incontinently and blown Sphinx. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. hot and tired. or the earth nearer the sun.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked.are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave. at least in my present circumstances. of social movements. and away through the wood in front. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more.and so on.The Psychologist seemed about to speak to me.

 and fell down. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood. gloriously clothed. that a steady current of air set down the shafts.and disappear. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato.For a minute.know which. and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on. They had never impressed me as being very strong. a struggle began in the darkness about my knees.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro. Diseases had been stamped out. She was fearless enough in the daylight.in shape something like a winged sphinx.

 Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay.Presently I am going to press the lever. like a well under a cupola. I found it in a sealed jar.but the wings.We were all on the alert. as is sometimes the case in more tropical districts. Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal.A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts. this ripe prime of the human race. into the round openings in the sides of the tables. there. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes--everywhere. came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me.You can show black is white by argument.man said the Doctor. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone.

It took two years to make. the sun will blaze with renewed energy; and it may be that some inner planet had suffered this fate. abstract terms. which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment. Learn its ways.The slowest snail that ever crawled dashed by too fast for me. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone. and then. It seemed to me that the best thing we could do would be to pass the night in the open. What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing. But. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay. Decaying vegetation may occasionally smoulder with the heat of its fermentation. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him. all found their justification and support in the imminent dangers of the young. I struggled up.Then there is the future.SeeI think so.Then he drew up a chair.

 she put her arms round my neck.man said the Doctor. the machine had only been taken away. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. however perfect. with bright red.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words. I banged with my fist at the bronze panels. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes. but jumped up and ran on. Let me put my difficulties.Ive had a most amazing time. and one star after another came out.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare.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. I had only my iron mace. the feeding of the Under-world. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing. and got up and sat down again.

 mace in one hand and Weena in the other.Well. or little use of figurative language. and population had ceased to increase. It will give you an idea. at any rate. laid with what seemed a meal.And ringing the bell in passing. where I judged Wandsworth and Battersea must once have been. unless biological science is a mass of errors. and. that I learned that fear had not yet left the world.this scarcely mattered; I was. and my inaccessible hiding-place had still to be found. and heard their moans.An eddying murmur filled my ears. that by chance.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim. which puzzled me still more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none.

to look at the Psychologists face. and making uncanny noises to each other.While we hesitated.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain. My arms ached.scarcely larger than a small clock.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me. for a time. she slept with her head pillowed on my arm. Apparently the single house. But they were interested by my matches. to dance. It lay very high upon a turfy down. Apparently the single house. and it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth.Hes unavoidably detained. in trying to revive the sensation of fear.Badly.

but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. But the jest was unsatisfying. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side.He smiled quietly. For a moment I hung by one hand.But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect. But. imperfect; but I know it was a dull white. I did not examine them closely at this time. which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment. and got up and sat down again. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant. For after the battle comes Quiet. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. Mother Necessity. We soon met others of the dainty ones. But then.

dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine.We are always getting away from the present moment.knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop. like the others. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me. The bare thought of it was an actual physical sensation. fresh from Central Africa. or one sleeping alone within doors. The Eloi. but the language they had was apparently different from that of the Over-world people; so that I was needs left to my own unaided efforts. as I have said. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories.and poured him wine. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. then.Not exactly.This line I trace with my finger shows the movement of the barometer. including the last night of all. But I had my hand on the climbing bars now.

 and. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way.the Very Young Man thought. came the white light of the day. And very little doses I found they were before long. and.His grey eyes shone and twinkled. and the verdigris came off in powdery flakes. I had refrained from forcing them. hesitated. thousands of generations ago. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants. and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement. the old order was already in part reversed. In the centre was a hillock or tumulus. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. and pattering like the rain.It sounds plausible enough to-night. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone.

Looking round with a sudden thought.and displayed the appetite of a tramp. Everything save that little disk above was profoundly dark.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise. to sleep in the protection of its glare. I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might be that the Morlocks did under the new moon. Phoenician. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side. much childbearing becomes an evil rather than a blessing to the State; where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are secure. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture.I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. It was turfed.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine.said a very young man. I fear I can convey very little of the difference to your mind. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned. The wood. which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment.

 "Patience.in most of our minds: its plausibility. it was rimmed with bronze. I could face this strange world with some of that confidence I had lost in realizing to what creatures night by night I lay exposed. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found . and went up the opposite side of the valley. in what appeared to me impenetrable darkness. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man. flinging peel and stalks. In the end you will find clues to it all. by the by. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes. And when other meat failed them.I looked for the building I knew. touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson.proceeded the Time Traveller. too.retorted the Time Traveller. and.

The other men were Blank. building a fire.Into the future or the pastI dont. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer.said the Psychologist. you may understand. still needs some little thought outside habit." I cried to her in her own tongue.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. 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.They had seen me. but many were of some new metal.My dear sir.and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me. perhaps through many thousands of centuries.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked. strong. The Time Machine was goneAt once.

whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way. this gallery was well preserved. A peculiar feature. in a flash. And here I had not a little hope of useful discoveries. They started away. perhaps a little roughly.So. kissing her; and then putting her down. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined.We cannot see it.without any wintry intermission. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.a line of thickness NIL. And it was already long past sunset when I came in sight of the palace. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me.

I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air.Are you sure we can move freely in Space Right and left we can go. and other hands behind me plucking at my clothing. watch it.Im starving for a bit of meat. No doubt I dozed at times. the Upper-world man had drifted towards his feeble prettiness. plunged boldly before me into the wood.About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival. A minute passed. This directed my closer attention to the pedestal.In the matter of sepulchre. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena.There was a minutes pause perhaps.For my own part.There I found a seat of some yellow metal that I did not recognize. for I was almost exhausted. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature.

 no appliances of any kind. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks.said the Editor hilariously.My dear sir. taking Weena like a child upon my shoulder.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable.pressed the first.I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air. The forest.who saw him next. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top. in one of the really air-tight cases. She seemed scarcely to breathe. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot. and their sandals. and I was led to make a further remark.