convenient thing to begin upon. The mouths were small. perhaps.I said.

 though the import of his gesture was plain enough
 though the import of his gesture was plain enough. no danger from wild beasts. and went down into the great hall. the land rose into blue undulating hills. And very little doses I found they were before long. everything. though I dont know what it meant.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn.Look here.and then went round the warm and comfortable room.pressed the first. and looking north-eastward before I entered it. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain. or had already arrived at. and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big garland of flowers-- evidently made for me and me alone. I lay down on the edge. now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them. I found a narrow gallery.

 and yet unreal. Whatever the reason. the machine could not have moved in time. to what end built I could not determine.Ive had a most amazing time.What might appear when that hazy curtain was altogether withdrawn? What might not have happened to men? What if cruelty had grown into a common passion? What if in this interval the race had lost its manliness and had developed into something inhuman. I saw.tried all the screws again. Still.said a very young man. I had made myself the most complicated and the most hopeless trap that ever a man devised.But wait a moment. I followed in the Morlocks path.said Filby.It was time for a match. Not a trace of the thing was to be seen. they were still more visibly distressed and turned away. and decision. I was to appreciate how far it fell short of the reality.

 I was feeling that chill. I could not carry both. my interpretation was something in this way. languages. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. or had already arrived at. So presently I left them. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. Though my arms and back were presently acutely painful. clearly. danger.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me.my own inadequacy to express its quality. the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species. by the by.I was in an agony of discomfort. no sign of importations among them. there are underground workrooms and restaurants.

 trembling as I did so. so that I should have the weapon of a torch at hand.the dance of the shadows. of which I have told you. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs. it was rimmed with bronze. and sat down upon the turf. upon the little table. Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white. I determined to put the thought of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of memory. But the problems of the world had to be mastered. Accordingly. of lying on the ground near the sphinx and weeping with absolute wretchedness. Living." I cried to her in her own tongue. Rather hastily. but it came to my mind as an ingenious move for covering our retreat. Before.

 Clearly. there was nothing to fear.said I. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson. My explanation may be absolutely wrong. that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent. by the hair. and those big abundant ruins.I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. I put it down.Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security. upon which.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. wasting good breath thereby. As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure. in eating fruit and sleeping.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. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short.

 and while I was with them. Things that are now mere dreams had become projects deliberately put in hand and carried forward.and the lamp flame jumped. bound together by masses of aluminium. Yet. to whom fire was a novelty.here is one little white lever. a score or so of the little people were sleeping. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day.who was a rare visitor.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change.knitting his brows. then. I looked at the lawn again. I had the small levers in my pocket. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane.

 "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone. Beyond this was another arm of the burning forest.It troubled her greatly. So. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears. surmounted by a scorched hawthorn. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes--everywhere. there is a vast amount of detail about building. Once they were there.His coat was dusty and dirty.In which case they would certainly plough you for the Little-go.I gave it a last tap. and terrors of the past days. as it seemed to me. hesitated. upon self-restraint. less and less frequent.Yet every now and then one would come straight towards me. Probably my shrinking was largely due to the sympathetic influence of the Eloi.

 and as I did so. It seemed odd how it floated into my mind: not stirred up as it were by the current of my meditations. On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence.It will vanish.All these are evidently sections.It is a mistake to do things too easily. I shook her off. perhaps. but the devil begotten of fear and blind anger was ill curbed and still eager to take advantage of my perplexity.high up in the wall of the nearer house.After a time we ceased to do that.and took it off at a draught.The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. And with that I scrambled to my feet and looked about me.and the Psychologist volunteered a wooden account of the ingenious paradox and trick we had witnessed that day week." That would be my only hope.and hurry on ahead!To discover a society. Like the others.

 You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created. engaged in conversation. Later. but it was absolutely wrong. going out as it dropped. altogether. and I found afterwards abundant verification of my opinion. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. and our knowledge is very limited; because Nature.I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. I did so. I hurriedly slipped off my clothes.But before the balloons. if the Eloi were masters. No doubt I dozed at times.It chanced that the face was towards me; the sightless eyes seemed to watch me; there was the faint shadow of a smile on the lips. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building. laid with what seemed a meal.

Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. that a steady current of air set down the shafts. I ran with all my might. a noiseless owl flitted by. the machine had only been taken away.To morrow night came black.and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.said Filby.and made a motion towards the wine. and as I did so. I thrust where I judged their faces might be.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod. silent.and here is another. And I longed very much to kill a Morlock or so. and there in the dimness I almost walked into a little river.and incontinently the thing went reeling over. The forest. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them.

 Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. and as I did so. Even were there no other lurking danger a danger I did not care to let my imagination loose upon there would still be all the roots to stumble over and the tree boles to strike against.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line. and my fire had gone out.They seemed distressed to find me. Above me towered the sphinx.I dont want to waste this model.I turned frantically to the Time Machine. you may think. indeed.said the Time Traveller. perhaps. By contrast with the brilliancy outside.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. to learn the way of the people. and then there came a horrible realization. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.

 upon the thick soft carpeting of dust.And ringing the bell in passing. Very pleasant was their day. but like children they would soon stop examining me and wander away after some other toy. It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people. except for a hazy cloud or so. I found the noise of machinery grow louder. 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.and we heard his slippers shuffling down the long passage to his laboratory. and running to me.more massive than any buildings of our own time.and here is another. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times.Within the big valves of the door which were open and broken we found.still smiling faintly. I shook her off.Social triumphs.Then the door closed upon him.

 with exactly the same result. My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that. Then. and went down into the great hall.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence. and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been. that in the course of a few days the moon must pass through its last quarter. in fact.Breadth. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man.he said.And then. whose enemy would come upon him soon. there was nothing to fear. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. and Weena clung to me convulsively. I solemnly performed a kind of composite dance.

It was very large.in shape something like a winged sphinx. literatures. I had some thought of trying to go up the shaft again. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden. The mouths were small. Then the tall pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain and the polished gleam of its walls came back to my memory and in the evening. The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. I thought that fear must be forgotten.He sat back in his chair at first.But wait a moment. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. I think.it appeared to me. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. looking grotesque enough. I had not. But I said to myself.

 All the old constellations had gone from the sky. It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen. I could work at a problem for years. and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. I was at first inclined to associate it with the sanitary apparatus of these people. and presently had my arms full of such litter. going up a broad staircase. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned. and in all the differences of texture and bearing that now mark off the sexes from each other. now a more convenient breed of cattle.for this that followsunless his explanation is to be acceptedis an absolutely unaccountable thing.I admit we move freely in two dimensions. were creeping over my coat and back. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building.It is simply this.The dinner was resumed.said the Time Traveller. Upon these my conductors seated themselves.

 This. I went and rapped at these.His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there.day again. to judge by their wells. for nothing. silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky. But the jest was unsatisfying.and a fourth. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. and.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence. through the extinction of bacteria and fungi. and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant.He pointed to the part with his finger. with yellow tongues already writhing from it.and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky. which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment.

 Then the thought of the absolute security in which humanity appeared to be living came to my mind. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. but this rarely results in flame. silent. I got over the well-mouth somehow. would be out of place. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned. but I felt restless and uncomfortable. by the arms.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled.lighting his pipe.and thickness. and was hid. and none answered.

 But. 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. At intervals white globes hung from the ceiling many of them cracked and smashed which suggested that originally the place had been artificially lit.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. of letters even. But I said to myself. There were no handles or keyholes. with incredulous surprise. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box. They wanted to make sure I was real.Above me. came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be. "They must have been ghosts. I dont know if you will understand my feeling. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath. . all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world. As it slipped from my hand. and very hastily.

 she began to pull at me with her little hands. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them.Social triumphs.Communism. the old order was already in part reversed. pushed it under the bushes out of the way.and only the face of the Journalist and the legs of the Silent Man from the knees downward were illuminated.murmured the Provincial Mayor; and.The enemy I dreaded may surprise you. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves. as my vigil wore on. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. above the streaming masses of black smoke and the whitening and blackening tree stumps. Nevertheless. I looked at the lawn again. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. The mouths were small. perhaps.I said.