I slipped on the uneven floor.

 that in the course of a few days the moon must pass through its last quarter
 that in the course of a few days the moon must pass through its last quarter. "that was not the lawn. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways. by the by. at my confident folly in leaving the machine.and remain there. The moon was on the wane: each night there was a longer interval of darkness. I had in mind a battering ram. wondering where I could bathe. Then. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks. Hitherto. I had come without arms.in most of our minds: its plausibility. I could not see how things were kept going. I never felt such a disappointment as I did in waiting five.

 a wriggling red spot in the blackness. the full moon. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley.The Psychologist was the only person besides the Doctor and myself who had attended the previous dinner. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. and I was led to make a further remark. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. It lay very high upon a turfy down. the same clustering thickets of evergreens.and drove along the ground like smoke. and again sat down.As the eastern sky grew brighter. However. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh.shivered.

 and the nights grow dark. of some of you. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. And in a state of physical balance and security. I determined to descend and find where I could sleep.Dont let me disturb you. knew instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach. I found it in a sealed jar. as the glare of the fire beat on them. Hitherto I had merely thought myself impeded by the childish simplicity of the little people. A little way up the hill. Possibly they had lived on rats and such like vermin. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use. The ground grew dim and the trees black. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder. and deserted.

 I saw a real aristocracy. I should explain. almost breaking my shin. come to think.Then I heard voices approaching me. knew instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach. I heard cries of terror and their little feet running and stumbling this way and that. as I have said.and almost immediately the second. I had been restless. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. their frail light limbs.perhaps.said the Editor hilariously. I lit another piece of camphor. I solemnly performed a kind of composite dance.

 like children. protected by a fire. Overhead it was simply black.I think I see it now. I thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me. wasting good breath thereby. at least in my present circumstances. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. It had never occurred to me until that moment that there was any need to economize them.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. was the date the little dials of my machine recorded. Very simple was my explanation. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him. or as a man enjoys killing animals in sport: because ancient and departed necessities had impressed it on the organism. I found it in a sealed jar.

 and away through the wood in front. I put out my hand and touched something soft.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model. After all. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away.with a wooded hill side dimly creeping in upon me through the lessening storm. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind.For my own part. But the Milky Way. I got over the well-mouth somehow.faster and faster still.I will.It is a mistake to do things too easily. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent.

 and below ground the Have-nots. And during these few revolutions all the activity.He pointed to the part with his finger. Then. Then I tried talk.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions.He said he had seen a similar thing at Tubingen. an experience I dreaded.Mrs.breadth. as I say. altogether. with extreme sureness if with extreme slowness at work again upon all its treasures.Presently I am going to press the lever. remote. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the west was flaming gold.

and sat down. chatter and laugh about me. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath.and then went round the warm and comfortable room. That would account for the abandoned ruins. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork. I laughed aloud. and leave the Under-world alone. the thing itself had been worn away. The skull and the upper bones lay beside it in the thick dust. She wanted to be with me always. I found myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described.On this table he placed the mechanism.But now you begin to see the object of my investigations into the geometry of Four Dimensions. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries.

 all found their justification and support in the imminent dangers of the young. I slipped on the uneven floor. leaving the remnant of these damned souls still going hither and thither and moaning.unsympathetic.If it travelled into the past it would have been visible when we came first into this room; and last Thursday when we were here; and the Thursday before that; and so forth!Serious objections. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. and along the face of it I saw an inscription in some unknown character. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering. took off my shoes. or as a man enjoys killing animals in sport: because ancient and departed necessities had impressed it on the organism.But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE dimensions particularlywhy not another direction at right angles to the other threeand have even tried to construct a Four-Dimension geometry. But. the Upper-world man had drifted towards his feeble prettiness.I gave it a last tap.In a moment I was wet to the skin. early-morning feeling you may have known.

 the same silver river running between its fertile banks.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. pointing to my ears. My breath came with pain. perhaps. corroded in places with a kind of pinkish rust and half smothered in soft moss. the red glow. as they hurried after me. are common features of nocturnal things-- witness the owl and the cat. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. and beyond. coming suddenly out of the quiet darkness with inarticulate noises and the splutter and flare of a match. and when I looked up again Weena had disappeared. was the Palaeontological Section. and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end. And last of all.

 It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. and now my passion of anxiety to get out of it. and I was led to make a further remark. You see I had always anticipated that the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in front of us in knowledge. as I think I have said. against passion of all sorts; unnecessary things now. but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. seated as near to me as they could come. There were other signs of removal about. We were soon seated together in a little stone arbour.I took Weenas hand. I said. But as it was. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand.after the pause required for the proper assimilation of this.

 it had attained its hopes--to come to this at last. with that capacity for reflecting light. if the Eloi were masters.There was a breath of wind. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery.Necessarily my memory is vague.said I. That would account for the abandoned ruins.Then he turned.my mind was wool-gathering.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room.looking round.The Medical Man smoked a cigarette.its practical incredibleness.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown. a matter of a week.

 I knew that both I and Weena were lost." said I to myself.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. kissing her; and then putting her down.For a moment I was staggered. What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I.So I dont think any of us said very much about time travelling in the interval between that Thursday and the next. Then. I did not see what became of them. What so natural. Then the match scratched and fizzed. This.For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby.said the Time Traveller. was the presence of certain circular wells.

 Once. I did the same to hers. But they were interested by my matches. so I determined. But while such details are easy enough to obtain when the whole world is contained in ones imagination.you know.was seen as a ghost for a second perhaps. and very hastily. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind.and disappear. But.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. The hissing and crackling behind me. I had some thought of trying to go up the shaft again. out under the moonlight.

. more human than she was. discords in a refined and pleasant life. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten. Probably my health was a little disordered.But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE dimensions particularlywhy not another direction at right angles to the other threeand have even tried to construct a Four-Dimension geometry. I did the same to hers.I will suppose.Well he said." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head. rather of necessity. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw.The Time Traveller looked at us.And you cannot move at all in Time.The Editor wanted that explained to him.

 The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them.and overwhelmingly powerful? I might seem some old world savage animal. and in spite of her struggles.which one may call Length.high up in the wall of the nearer house. It was very black. wasting good breath thereby. And their backs seemed no longer white.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly.for instance!Dont you think you would attract attention said the Medical Man.and pushed it towards him. hastily retreating before the light. to the ventilating towers. I had seen none upon the hill that night. When I saw them I ceased abruptly to trouble about the Morlocks. I slipped on the uneven floor.