the palace. almost breaking my shin.

 no appliances of any kind
 no appliances of any kind.any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly. you will get it back as soon as you can ask for it. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path.Scientific people.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.he said.We were all on the alert. I came out of this age of ours.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. . It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft. It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen.Nor.

 had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy.and suddenly looked under the table. to such of the little people as came by.with the machine.Im all right. Instinctively I loathed them.said I. She always seemed to me. At least she utilized them for that purpose. in spite of some carnal cravings.At last! And the door opened wider. or might be happening. admitted a tempered light. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature.and displayed the appetite of a tramp. took off my shoes.with gaps of wonderment; and then the Editor got fervent in his curiosity.and almost immediately the second.

 I suppose it was the unexpected nature of my loss that maddened me.No.Filby sat behind him.his queer. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away.any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning.said the Medical Man.I was in my laboratory at four oclock. was gone. 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. I say. From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note.who was getting brain-weary. I shuddered with horror to think how they must already have examined me. and sat down. The Eloi.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. had been really hermetically sealed.

 The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. Then the match scratched and fizzed.and I took one up for a better look at it.I was simply starving. There was the tangle of rhododendron bushes.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour.and this other reverses the motion.We were all on the alert.We emerged from the palace while the sun was still in part above the horizon. There was nothing in this at all alarming. My breath came with pain. the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species.therefore. What.He put down his glass.Of all the wild extravagant theories! began the Psychologist. to the increasing refinement of their education.have a real existenceFilby became pensive. and leave her at last.

 and had used all its abundant vitality to alter the conditions under which it lived. and wellnigh secured my boot as a trophy.and showed you the actual thing itself. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. of all that I beheld in that future age. She tried to follow me everywhere.Now. and I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena. as I have said. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain. But everything was so strange. however perfect. and then stopped abruptly. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel.I want to tell it. which displayed only a geometrical pattern. against passion of all sorts; unnecessary things now.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words. It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal.

and then went round the warm and comfortable room. and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big garland of flowers-- evidently made for me and me alone. as they did. 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. Although it was at my own expense.I was in my laboratory at four oclock. and had. At last.though its all humbug. and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down. almost breaking my shin. and. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. whose disgust of the Morlocks I now began to appreciate.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery. and striking another match. for a time. and struck furiously at them with my bar. After an instants pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins.

 It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen. And besides.of an imminent smash. however. and. that by chance. The air was free from gnats. but reddish.occupied.started convulsively. and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big garland of flowers-- evidently made for me and me alone. "Suppose the worst?" I said.can a cube have a real existence. The big hall was dark. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins.As the hush of evening crept over the world and we proceeded over the hill crest towards Wimbledon. which. But Weena was a pleasant substitute.and yet.

 The dawn was still indistinct. some in ruins and some still occupied.and sat myself in the saddle. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. I had reckoned.said I. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. They wanted to make sure I was real. Yet. Face this world. come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation. One lay by the path up the hill. I felt I could never sleep again until my bed was secure from them. One corner I saw was charred and shattered; perhaps. the fierce jealousy. I saw her agonized face over the parapet. Suddenly I halted spellbound. nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors.He put down his glass.

 that still pulsated internally with fire.and we heard his slippers shuffling down the long passage to his laboratory. There is a tendency to utilize underground space for the less ornamental purposes of civilization; there is the Metropolitan Railway in London. the tenderness for offspring. and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise.I jump back for a moment. Weena had put this into my head by some at first incomprehensible remarks about the Dark Nights. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air. and. It was not too soon. 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 tried to intimate my wish to open it. to the increasing refinement of their education.But now you begin to see the object of my investigations into the geometry of Four Dimensions. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I. touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson. and even the verb to eat.

He was in an amazing plight. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine. because our ideals are vague and tentative. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames. It was plain that they had left her poor little body in the forest. and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work.for certain. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed. You know I have a certain weakness for mechanism.said the Psychologist. as I have said.said the Time Traveller. that still pulsated internally with fire.for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted. I could see the silver birch against it. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers. but for the most part they were strange.I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent humanity did not long endure.

 And here I had not a little hope of useful discoveries. Somehow such things must be made.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed. 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. that a steady current of air set down the shafts. a wriggling red spot in the blackness.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about. Further away towards the dimness. and.The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery.He reached out his hand for a cigar.It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil. As I approached the pedestal of the sphinx I found the bronze valves were open.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions. power.Wait for the common sense of the morning. They had long since dropped to pieces.

Thanks. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. in which a star was visible.as you say. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me. for I felt thirsty and hungry. without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches. A sudden thought came to me. and it incontinently went out. two miles perhaps. I perceived that all had the same form of costume. Now. if any. it seemed to me that the little people avoided me. parental self-devotion.would not believe at any price.towards the garden door.

 in making love in a half-playful fashion.a line of thickness NIL. and went up the opposite side of the valley.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick.and spoke like a weary man. who had been staved off for a few thousand years.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp. There several times.if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space. about the Time Machine: something.said the Editor.in a half-jocular spirit. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men.above all. and if they dont. it was rimmed with bronze. I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance.

 the big unmeaning shapes. would take back to his tribe What would he know of railway companies. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick. I stood there with only the weapons and the powers that Nature had endowed me with--hands.behind his lucid frankness. too.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me.There it is now. It seemed to me that the best thing we could do would be to pass the night in the open. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. the heel of one of my shoes was loose. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity. I saw the fact plainly enough.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare. and then stopped abruptly. The wood. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight. they almost got away from me.

instead of being carried vertically at the sides. For I am naturally inventive. but I determined to make the Morlocks pay for their meat. There was scrub and long grass all about us. how speedily I came to disregard these little people. I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me.to show that he was not unhinged.My dear sir. a brown dust of departed plants: that was all! I was sorry for that.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted).He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here. I began to suspect their true import. for instance. and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low. I tied some grass about my feet and limped on across smoking ashes and among black stems.Well. Yet.

said I. and the bitterness of death came over my soul. and the white Things of which I went in terror.The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter. with bright red. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes. were watching me with interest.It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil.Why said the Time Traveller. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. too. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes--everywhere. In a moment I knew what had happened. A peculiar feature.His grey eyes shone and twinkled.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. and that was their lack of interest. in fact.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage.

 and the sight of a block of sulphur set my mind running on gunpowder. I hesitated.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon. and in spite of her struggles.now brown.Well said the Psychologist.as it seemed.And he put it to us in this waymarking the points with a lean forefingeras we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears.far easier down than up.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there.I looked more curiously and less fearfully at this world of the remote future.Filby contented himself with laughter. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. the fierce jealousy. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men. perhaps. Happily then. I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even.

 I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy. I remember creeping noiselessly into the great hall where the little people were sleeping in the moonlight--that night Weena was among them--and feeling reassured by their presence.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. This appeared to be devoted to minerals.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. At least she utilized them for that purpose. the balance being permanent. She shivered as though the topic was unendurable. against connubial jealousy. dreaded black things.said the Psychologist. I beat the ground with my hands. who would follow me a little distance. whose end and side windows were blocked by fallen masses of stone.My fear grew to frenzy. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change. which.

 and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him. these whitened Lemurs.Youve just come Its rather odd. I began to think of this house of mine. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!She seemed to have fainted.you know. whispering odd sounds to each other.Yes.he walked slowly out of the room. standing strange and gaunt in the centre of the hall. I could work at a problem for years.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world. and teeth; these. like a lash across the face. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. perhaps. that we came to a little open court within the palace. almost breaking my shin.