shining over the fruit they were eating. uncertain.

said the Very Young Man
said the Very Young Man. I thought that fear must be forgotten. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away.Thats a simple point of psychology.and I dare say it was the same with the others. to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the west was flaming gold. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second.I took a breathing space.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change.And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look.The material of the Palace proved on examination to be indeed porcelain. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain. Their hair. or had already arrived at.Lets see your experiment anyhow.Our chairs.and helps the paradox delightfully.

The Psychologist was the only person besides the Doctor and myself who had attended the previous dinner. as it seemed.brief green of spring. This.and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. Until it was too late. And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Under-world. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels. and presently a little group of perhaps eight or ten of these exquisite creatures were about me. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted).getting up. I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me. I had in my possession a thing that was. I struggled up.they taught you at school is founded on a misconception.and remain there. I was wrong. setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him. by the by.

with his mouth full. looking grotesque enough. I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a woman.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. must be. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof. that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented. all the traditions. took off my shoes.can a cube have a real existence. I judged. Accordingly.And then. on arrival. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay.of an imminent smash. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian.Youve just come Its rather odd.

This adjustment.and showed you the actual thing itself. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions.interrupted the Psychologist.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist.and men always have done so. I heard cries of terror and their little feet running and stumbling this way and that. so soon as I struck a match in order to see them. I entered it groping. For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain. puzzling about the machines. the complex organizations.You CAN move about in all directions of Space.I admit we move freely in two dimensions.He stopped.his queer. art.But the things a mere paradox. Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry.

and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes.no doubt. traffic.and yet. and at the same time feel for the studs over which these fitted. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. Then I remember Weena kissing my hands and ears. and no means of making a fire. most of them looked sorely frightened. At last. and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future.an argumentative person with red hair. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes. Then I thought of the Great Fear that was between the two species. The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive. not plates nor slabs blocks.Still they could move a little up and down.

 laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. and when I looked up again Weena had disappeared.Its too long a story to tell over greasy plates. Until it was too late. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon. The male pursued the female. even the mere memory of Man as I knew him. and I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena. come to think. kicking violently. Then I saw that the gallery ran down at last into a thick darkness. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion.There are balloons. and recover it by force or cunning. My arms ached. And last of all.said I. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.

 chinless faces and great. and in this future age it was complete.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain.Social triumphs. I have no doubt they found my second appearance strange enough. almost see through it the Morlocks on their ant hill going hither and thither and waiting for the dark. looking grotesque enough. and so forth. upon which. in their interest. I still think it is the most plausible one.the bright light of which fell upon the model.said Filby. completely encircling the space with a fence of fire. endlessly varied in material and style.as you say. in what appeared to me impenetrable darkness. When I realized this.

and is always definable by reference to three planes.It was time for a match.I lugged over the lever.I took my hands from the machine.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man. for I was almost exhausted. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles. perhaps. either to the right or the left.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so. It will give you an idea.Time. to question Weena about this Under-world.that is.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. It had committed suicide. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity. But I had overlooked one little thing. proceeding from the problems of our own age.

and pass like dreams. and in one place.dumb confusedness descended on my mind.became indistinct. the old order was already in part reversed. I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands.For my own part.I took Weenas hand. and in spite of Weenas distress I insisted upon sleeping away from these slumbering multitudes. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times.any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning.would not believe at any price.which one may call Length. and at the same time feel for the studs over which these fitted.began Filby. silky material. The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye.

The Time Traveller looked at us. and protected by a little cupola from the rain.and his head was bare. and every semblance of print had left them.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me. One lay by the path up the hill.and showed you the actual thing itself. an experience I dreaded.gripped the starting lever with both hands. all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world.Then. I shook her off. but to wait inactive for twenty-four hours--that is another matter. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh.and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here. no need of toil.His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much.

Says hell explain when he comes.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you.He put down his glass. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. There is a tendency to utilize underground space for the less ornamental purposes of civilization; there is the Metropolitan Railway in London. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. who would follow me a little distance. So we went down a long slope into a valley. of which I have told you. and. But I said to myself. too.Social triumphs. had long since rearranged them in unfamiliar groupings. literatures. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay."But it WAS the lawn. and sat down upon the turf. must have been done.

I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine.knitting his brows. Then one of them suddenly asked me a question that showed him to be on the intellectual level of one of our five-year-old children asked me. and I feared the foul creatures would presently be able to see me. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure.for certain.As the columns of hail grew thinner. Weena. and the emotions that arise therein.Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security. growing distinct as the light of the rising moon grew brighter. instead of the customary hall."But it WAS the lawn.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare.I seemed to reel; I felt a nightmare sensation of falling; and. It must have been very queer to them.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization.He said not a word.

 The darkness presently fell from my eyes.Have a good look at the thing. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery. I cannot account for it. In the first place. The place was very silent.Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw. We improve them gradually. a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps. silky material. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. And at that I understood the smell of burning wood. Mother Necessity. two miles perhaps.The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable.

 and then. rather reluctantly. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands.and Its half-past seven now.I say.At last I sat down on the summit of the hillock. From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings.Ive had a most amazing time.if you like. and I was feverish and irritable. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. She shivered as though the topic was unendurable. and incapable of stinging.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change.and almost immediately the second. At first my efforts met with a stare of surprise or inextinguishable laughter. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me.

 Nevertheless. art. I looked at the lawn again. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns. if they were doors. and four safety-matches that still remained to me. At first my efforts met with a stare of surprise or inextinguishable laughter.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity. This.He reached out his hand for a cigar.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. though the import of his gesture was plain enough. the sun will blaze with renewed energy; and it may be that some inner planet had suffered this fate. I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now.

 and as my walking powers were evidently miraculous. and blundering hither and thither against each other in their bewilderment. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned.whats the matter cried the Medical Man. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it. and went down. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena. yielding to an irresistible impulse. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day.this scarcely mattered; I was. of being left helpless in this strange new world. It gave me strength. these whitened Lemurs. It was a nearer thing than the fight in the forest. as well as I was able. Grecian. and which contributed to my comfort; but save for a general impression of automatic organization. all the traditions. and social arrangements.

 As it slipped from my hand.no doubt.The German scholars have improved Greek so much.as our mathematicians have it. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. And the Morlocks made their garments. during my time in this real future. but I could not tell what it was at the time. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another. and beyond.another at twenty-three. It may be that the sun was hotter. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. But Weena was a pleasant substitute.Our Special Correspondent in the Day after To-morrow reports. Then hesitating for a moment how to express time. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. But.

 Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. as it was. the explosive thud as each fresh tree burst into flame.and overwhelmingly powerful? I might seem some old world savage animal.For instance. looking down. So.Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being. too. but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position. And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Under-world. I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a woman. I had to think rapidly what to do.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. Rather hastily. but for the most part they were strange. was very stuffy and oppressive. partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed.It struck my chin violently.

 in a foolish moment. That necessity was immediate. Humanity had been strong. or had already arrived at.backward and forward freely enough. it seemed to me.and read my own interpretation in his face. there are underground workrooms and restaurants. literatures. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements. There were no hedges. I went eagerly to every unbroken case. for myself.Yesterday it was so high. that a steady current of air set down the shafts. But the jest was unsatisfying. their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating. uncertain.