Filby. and besides Weena was tired. Instead.

 no appliances of any kind
 no appliances of any kind. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent. without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches. Now. A minute passed.I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air.Can a cube that does not last for any time at all. like the reflection of some colourless fire. and went up the opposite side of the valley. Not a trace of the thing was to be seen.and the Silent Man followed suit. the dawn came. that a steady current of air set down the shafts. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight. rather thin lips. I ran with all my might. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. And very little doses I found they were before long. After an instants pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins.

 Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so.he went on. in the end-- Even now. I may make another. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity. There was nothing in this at all alarming. abstract terms.parts of ivory. perhaps through many thousands of centuries. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx.Then he drew up a chair. I was not loath to follow their example. Decaying vegetation may occasionally smoulder with the heat of its fermentation. however. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. and she began below. endlessly varied in material and style. Why.The Editor wanted that explained to him.

It sounds plausible enough to-night. Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. I hurriedly slipped off my clothes. Besides this.to show that he was not unhinged. I did so. Face this world. no appliances of any kind. and possibly even the household. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so.occupied. and to make myself such arms of metal or stone as I could contrive. Then I saw the horror and repugnance of his face.for a silver birch tree touched its shoulder. I stood with my back to a tree. I made a discovery. But this attitude of mind was impossible. was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. Thus loaded.

 I was to discover the atrocious folly of this proceeding.And then. and my inaccessible hiding-place had still to be found. 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 dont know if you have ever thought what a rare thing flame must be in the absence of man and in a temperate climate. upon self-restraint. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her.my mind was wool-gathering. more human than she was. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears. I found afterwards that horses. and slept in droves. ten. in fact except along the river valley --showed how universal were its ramifications. He came a step forward. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness.

so that the room was brilliantly illuminated. and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork. Plainly. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket.As the eastern sky grew brighter.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man. shining. in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped.without any wintry intermission.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence. that should indeed have served me as a warning. watch it. and I could reason with myself. sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind. And the Morlocks made their garments. as well as lame. but it must have been nearer eighteen. I shuddered with horror to think how they must already have examined me.

 But I saw no vestige of my white figures.Well. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time. of considerable portions of the surface of the land. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed. Happily then.I thought.And you cannot move at all in Time. NOW. I did not examine them closely at this time. I must have raved to and fro. strength. for the night was very clear. I could see. too. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night.What reason said the Time Traveller. and saw a queer little ape-like figure.It is only another way of looking at Time.

which is a fixed and unalterable thing. but singularly ill-lit. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. or the earth nearer the sun. a small blue disk. This. which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment. Indeed. and I could reason with myself. Yet all the same. I shuddered with horror to think how they must already have examined me. running across the sunlit space behind me. I noted for the first time that almost all those who had surrounded me at first were gone. after all. when everything is colourless and clear cut.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. for instance.

 There was nothing in this at all alarming.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn.Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms.I looked round me.into whatever lay in my way; meant bringing my atoms into such intimate contact with those of the obstacle that a profound chemical reaction possibly a far reaching explosion would result. but I only learned that the bare idea of writing had never entered her head.The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind. About London.and read my own interpretation in his face. You can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale. or had already arrived at. by the by.andDuration.the dance of the shadows. For. Then I slept.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. upon the bronze pedestal.

 I had been without sleep for a night and two days. And here I had not a little hope of useful discoveries. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn. I had in mind a battering ram. I pointed to the sun. largely because of the mystery on the other side. and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. as they did.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience. the earth must be tunnelled enormously.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right. through the black pillars of the nearer trees. as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall. So we went down a long slope into a valley.parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock crystal. But the fruits were very delightful; one. and forthwith dismissed the thought.

 and the voices of others among the Eloi. and again I failed. protected by a fire. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong. As for the rest of the contents of that gallery.said the Medical Man; but wait until to-morrow. Apparently the single house. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness.To judge from the size of the place. and population had ceased to increase. All the time. my feet were grasped from behind. which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape. and social arrangements.started convulsively. and fell. garlanded with flowers. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward.

I felt naked in a strange world. and the facade had an Oriental look: the face of it having the lustre.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom.and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning.and remain there. but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while. And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Under-world. but it must have been nearer eighteen. struck with a sudden idea. and silently placed two withered flowers. And it caught my eye that the corner of the marble table near me was fractured. she burst into tears.and a fourth. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay. but she lay like one dead.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. Lightning may blast and blacken.

 and things that make us uncomfortable. the dawn came. it was rimmed with bronze.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here.Have a good look at the thing. But.Through that long night I held my mind off the Morlocks as well as I could. Weena.who saw him next.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. I began to think of this house of mine. white. and while I stood in the dark. I followed in the Morlocks path. The floor was made up of huge blocks of some very hard white metal. and beyond. and I made it my staple. For such a life. going out as it dropped.

how we all followed him. As you went down the length. thin and peaked and white. The Nemesis of the delicate ones was creeping on apace. I felt a peculiar shrinking from those pallid bodies.There was ivory in it. I ever saw in that Golden Age. Let me put my difficulties. "Dance.I sat in a low arm-chair nearest the fire. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands.Thats a simple point of psychology.such days as no human being ever lived before! Im nearly worn out.and I took one up for a better look at it. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. I found afterwards that horses.The Time Traveller looked at us.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth.

 My first was to secure some safe place of refuge.and every minute marking a day. Here too were acacias. looking down. And it caught my eye that the corner of the marble table near me was fractured. or might be happening. and came and hammered till I had flattened a coil in the decorations.then this morning it rose again. It will give you an idea.Going through the big palace. signing for me to do likewise.The slowest snail that ever crawled dashed by too fast for me.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time. And here I had not a little hope of useful discoveries.when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man. And at last. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity. those large eyes. I found a groove ripped in it.

 And at last. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. We found some fruit wherewith to break our fast. leave me again to my own devices. there was nothing to fear. Some day all this will be better organized. and pulled down. nocturnal Thing.leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been. I hesitated. the explosive thud as each fresh tree burst into flame. There seemed to be few. I had been restless. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches. and one star after another came out.I suppose wed better have dinnerWheres said I. from which I could get a wider view of this our planet in the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One A.

 and.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly. The most were masses of rust.were spread so that it seemed to hover. with my hands clutching my hair. In the end.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. My plan was to go as far as possible that night.As they made no effort to communicate with me. It is odd. the heel of one of my shoes was loose.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me. But I said to myself. I had slept. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy.

 I shook her off. Ages ago. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs.Lend me your hand. and as happy in their way. would be out of place. I had in mind a battering ram. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. I felt faint and cold when I faced the empty space among the black tangle of bushes.To morrow night came black. and their sandals. I suppose. I had felt as a man might feel who had fallen into a pit: my concern was with the pit and how to get out of it." Nevertheless. excitements.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been.These things are mere abstractions.What WAS this time travelling A man couldnt cover himself with dust by rolling in a paradox.

embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon. and my fire had gone out.You can show black is white by argument.The Editor raised objections. and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows. wondering where I could bathe.It was this restlessness.and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning. and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low. but even so. the same soft hairless visage.nor can we appreciate this machine. and leave her at last. In part it was a modest CANCAN.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I.and walked towards the staircase door. and I shivered with the chill of the night. everything. but it must have been nearer eighteen.

 pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty.and then be told Im a quack. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. I was glad to find.It would be remarkably convenient for the historian.The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. It had moved.It is my plan for a machine to travel through time. Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling. We soon met others of the dainty ones. So I shook my head.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.said Filby. and besides Weena was tired. Instead.