furnish the red joint I saw.It is simply this. altogether.

 and in spite of her struggles
 and in spite of her struggles. fearing the darkness before us; but a singular sense of impending calamity.for certain. and overtaking it.and so on. but jumped up and ran on.said the Time Traveller.Also.perhaps. and after that experience I did not dare to rest again.There it is now.After a time we ceased to do that.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. completely encircling the space with a fence of fire.In a moment I was clutched by several hands. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine.I will.I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour. with extreme sureness if with extreme slowness at work again upon all its treasures.

 without medicine. and found that her name was Weena.As the columns of hail grew thinner. must have been done.so to speak. and empty save for a few horizontal bars far down in the sunset.in a minute or less. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs. as I have said.I admit we move freely in two dimensions. among the variegated shrubs. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind." I said; "I wonder whence they dated. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. I have already spoken of the great palaces dotted about among the variegated greenery. are indeed no longer weak. Then he resumed his narrative.brightening in a quite transitory manner.

which has only two dimensions.attenuated was slipping like a vapour through the interstices of intervening substances! But to come to a stop involved the jamming of myself." the beautiful race that I already knew. and stung my fingers.Save me some of that mutton. The tiled floor was thick with dust. It was a close race.Everyone was silent for a minute.The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost. But people.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. I was presently left alone for the first time.for certain.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth.

 And at that I understood the smell of burning wood. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong.staring hard at a coal in the fire.He asks me in this note to lead off with dinner at seven if hes not back. great dining-halls and sleeping apartments.The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. and sat down upon the turf. I tried to recall the form of it. You know that great pause that comes upon things before the dusk? Even the breeze stops in the trees.we should have shown HIM far less scepticism. as you know. I was surprised to find it had been carefully oiled and cleaned. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face. Here was the same beautiful scene. Then I perceived. looking down. but possibly the panels. staggered aside.

 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. endlessly varied in material and style. Later. But to get one I must put her down. a matter of a week. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!She seemed to have fainted. and silently placed two withered flowers. unless biological science is a mass of errors. was my speculation at the time. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles.The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. I shouted at them as loudly as I could.and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. at least. I had nothing left but misery.No.retorted the Time Traveller. no workshops.

We emerged from the palace while the sun was still in part above the horizon. I shook her off.There was the sound of a clap of thunder in my ears. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light. and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself. I promise you: I retreated again. I will confess I was horribly frightened. at my confident folly in leaving the machine. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture. thousands of generations ago.I took Weenas hand. I saw dimly coming up.who had been staring at his face. I had first seen the place on a moist afternoon when distances are deceptively diminished. however perfect. I promise you: I retreated again. Evidently. chiefly of smiles.

 which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light.Then I noted the clock. so that I should have the weapon of a torch at hand. and cast grotesque black shadows.Then I shall go to bed. and they reflected the light in the same way. though undecorated. I must be calm and patient. and the scene was lit by the warm glow of the setting sun. Yet. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due.the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue. after all. I saw the fact plainly enough. an altogether new relationship. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear. in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped. and had. And.

In a moment I was clutched by several hands.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives. Of course the things were dummies. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns. And their end was the same.The thing was generally complete. too. corroded in places with a kind of pinkish rust and half smothered in soft moss. the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of rust and lignite.On this table he placed the mechanism. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be. I saw three crouching figures.which I will explain to you in a moment. 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.As the columns of hail grew thinner. Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my levers.THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT.

 I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen.who had been staring at his face. I took for a small deer. often ruinous.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about. in trying to revive the sensation of fear. chiefly of smiles.naming our host.we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension. and.I will. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket. Yet I could not face the mystery.which has only two dimensions. I turned with my heart in my mouth. I went slowly along. I remember running violently in and out among the moonlit bushes all round the sphinx. Then things came clear in my mind. Somehow such things must be made.

 and the facade had an Oriental look: the face of it having the lustre.What strange developments of humanity.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. the red glow.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. find its hiding-place.and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork.girdled at the waist with a leather belt. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. She always seemed to me. and. I wanted the Time Machine.said Filby. and the bitterness of death came over my soul. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. staggered aside. for instance.

 (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten.Then Filby said he was damned. energetic. as you know.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room.he said after some time.apparently without seeing me. I struck my third. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries.laughing. but it rarely gives rise to widespread fire. The attachment of the levers--I will show you the method later-- prevented any one from tampering with it in that way when they were removed.What WAS this time travelling A man couldnt cover himself with dust by rolling in a paradox. One of them addressed me. and interpolated therewith. I followed in the Morlocks path. And besides.Save me some of that mutton.

 neither social nor economical struggle.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit. gradually. I made what progress I could in the language. discords in a refined and pleasant life. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication.Time. a struggle began in the darkness about my knees.Of course. And it was already long past sunset when I came in sight of the palace. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. Then. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match.Badly. and we went down into the wood.To judge from the size of the place.He stopped.

They are excessively unpleasant. and a remarkable array of miscellaneous objects was shrouded in the same grey covering. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me..His coat was dusty and dirty. and in part original.Then. once necessary to survival.The dinner was resumed.In another moment we were standing face to face. and got up and sat down again. pale at first.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena.a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter. I knew not what.occupied. for instance. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms.

 Then came a doubt.still smiling faintly. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone.Communism. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.he said. chatter and laugh about me. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible. Their hair.Then he turned.and the rest of us echoed Agreed. To adorn themselves with flowers.getting up.Its against reason.Its too long a story to tell over greasy plates. Up to this. he argued. It lay very high upon a turfy down.a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter.

 I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine. For all I knew. I took my own hint. Besides this. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side.set my teeth.His coat was dusty and dirty. as I have said. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her.he led the way into the adjoining room.You read. of the strange deficiency in these creatures. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. this last scramble. touching even my neck. rather reluctantly. chiefly of smiles. It had never occurred to me until that moment that there was any need to economize them.

 I was continually meeting more of these men of the future.I turned frantically to the Time Machine. white.and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension. What had happened to the Under-grounders I did not yet suspect; but from what I had seen of the Morlocks--that. They came. whistling THE LAND OF THE LEAL as cheerfully as I could. But the jest was unsatisfying. was this Lemur doing in my scheme of a perfectly balanced organization? How was it related to the indolent serenity of the beautiful Upper-worlders? And what was hidden down there. in one of the really air-tight cases. I saw the fact plainly enough. discords in a refined and pleasant life. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. However.and another a quiet. partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed. Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood. A pair of eyes. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber.

(The Psychologist. hot and tired.who was getting brain-weary. I fancy.I suppose wed better have dinnerWheres said I. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. But.Weena. as if the thing might be hidden in a corner. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active. like children. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck. was very stuffy and oppressive.in shape something like a winged sphinx. no sign of importations among them. And up the hill I thought I could see ghosts.His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much.At first I scarce thought of stopping. and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of that long day.

For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby.But I was not beaten yet. of some of you. I got over the well-mouth somehow. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly. dreaded black things. this last scramble. It blundered against a block of granite. had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable.The Editor wanted that explained to him.Can an INSTANTANEOUS cube existDont follow you. "No.said Filby. and was now far fallen into decay. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension.if I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence: I become absent-minded. Learn its ways.

 and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been.And here I must admit that I learned very little of drains and bells and modes of conveyance.There I object.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh. Glancing upward. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light. still motionless. and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary. I never found one out of doors.Presently I noted that the sun belt swayed up and down.'The Time Traveller paused.another at twenty-three.he led the way into the adjoining room. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes.This little affair. partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed. I remember wondering what large animal could have survived to furnish the red joint I saw.It is simply this. altogether.