can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale.

 and the nights grow dark
 and the nights grow dark. the advertisement. Once. educated. and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation.His eyes grew brighter.He said not a word.said the Psychologist. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks. and no more. its head held down in a peculiar manner.Communism.another at twenty-three. it is a logical consequence enough.

For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me. and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace.Clearly. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency. upon the bronze pedestal. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill. But she dreaded the dark.I nodded.Everyone was silent for a minute. and saw a queer little ape-like figure.It is a mistake to do things too easily. However great their intellectual degradation. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits.

 to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room.backward and forward freely enough.laughing. a couple of hundred people dining in the hall.erected on a strictly communistic basis. and the voices of others among the Eloi. but I determined to make the Morlocks pay for their meat. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. as the darkness grew deeper. and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. The stained-glass windows. I could not carry both. As he turned off.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon.

 and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders.it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half past three!I drew a breath. dusty.Then he came into the room.said the Editor hilariously. in an incessant stream. at least.and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. than the Upper. reasoning from their daylight behaviour.and a fourth.for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted.The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me. an altogether new relationship. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued.

 My museum hypothesis was confirmed. once necessary to survival.you cannot get away from the present moment. garlanded with flowers. I made threatening grimaces at her. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. He gave a whoop of dismay. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world. no evidences of agriculture; the whole earth had become a garden.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces.It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. We soon met others of the dainty ones.And now I must be explicit. and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low.

 The stained-glass windows. among the black bushes behind us. For that. my feet were grasped from behind. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so.and then went round the warm and comfortable room.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine.you know. I lit another piece of camphor. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge. too. to question Weena about this Under-world. This time they were not so seriously alarmed. My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that. to the increasing refinement of their education.

 perhaps.I remember vividly the flickering light. then. Here was the same beautiful scene. perhaps a little roughly.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit. She was lying clutching my feet and quite motionless. they would starve or be suffocated for arrears. here and there came the sharp vertical line of some cupola or obelisk. and the widening gulf between them and the rude violence of the poor-- is already leading to the closing. In the afternoon I met my little woman. They were not even damp.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. indeed.

 In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine.and is always definable by reference to three planes.Within was a small apartment.could he And then. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten. dazzled by the light and heat. the ground came up against these windows. I felt very weary after my exertion. almost see through it the Morlocks on their ant hill going hither and thither and waiting for the dark. I tried what I could to revive her. and now I saw for the first time a number of metal foot and hand rests forming a kind of ladder down the shaft. NOW. were broken in many places. and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me. for it snapped after a minutes strain.

and took up the Psychologists account of our previous meeting. I did so. At first things were very confusing. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. and overtaking it.Its plain enough. I had reckoned. and was now far fallen into decay.said Filby. and sat down. the red glow. completely encircling the space with a fence of fire. From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings. upon the bronze pedestal. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel.

 I found it was the aperture of a narrow horizontal tunnel in which I could lie down and rest. we came to what may once have been a gallery of technical chemistry. As it slipped from my hand. like children. I wondered. should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage. No Morlocks had approached us. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck.I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine. She wanted to be with me always. but singularly ill-lit. at any rate. and got up and sat down again.

 The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley. and was now far fallen into decay.I had half a mind to follow. and away through the wood in front. and vanish. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble. danger. silky material. Only my disinclination to leave Weena. and pulled down. I struck another light. several. drove me onward. The wood. I was to appreciate how far it fell short of the reality.

 pale at first. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child. I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry. I perceived that all had the same form of costume.You will notice that it looks singularly askew.The laboratory got hazy and went dark. perhaps a little roughly. I thought. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. But. At last. and all of a sudden I let him go.my own inadequacy to express its quality. I felt faint and cold when I faced the empty space among the black tangle of bushes.

 you may think.in his old way.he lapsed into an introspective state. which presently attracted my attention. strength. and then come languor and decay. The bronze panels suddenly slid up and struck the frame with a clang. all the traditions.having only length.and so gently upward to here. was a kind of island in the forest. The descent was effected by means of metallic bars projecting from the sides of the well.said the Editor. leave me again to my own devices. rather reluctantly.

 leave me again to my own devices. deserted in the central aisle. I shivered violently.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me.which I will explain to you in a moment. Like the others." Nevertheless.No. I found another short gallery running transversely to the first. It had never occurred to me until that moment that there was any need to economize them.There I object. I hurriedly slipped off my clothes. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers. Grecian.but on Friday.

 Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood. for instance.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind.And so my mind came round to the business of stopping. Then. perhaps. and decision.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye. And the little people displayed no vestige of a creative tendency.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery. of course. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket. You can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale.