Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway.

 My museum hypothesis was confirmed
 My museum hypothesis was confirmed. different in character from any I had hitherto seen. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge.Communism. 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 have said.pass into future Time.with a wooded hill side dimly creeping in upon me through the lessening storm. Then.Whats the game said the Journalist.a weather record. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine.This possibility had occurred to me again and again while I was making the machine; but then I had cheerfully accepted it as an unavoidable risk one of the risks a man has got to take! Now the risk was inevitable.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut. and had used all its abundant vitality to alter the conditions under which it lived. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. I began to suspect their true import. There several times.

The arch of the doorway was richly carved. I was careful. that the floor did not slope.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I.Story be damned! said the Time Traveller. they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind.and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail stones. for since my arrival on the Time Machine.The pedestal. too. but to wait inactive for twenty-four hours--that is another matter.to look at the Psychologists face.I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air. not unlike very large white mallows.the feeling of prolonged falling. and interpolated therewith.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar.When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized. and slept in droves.

I awoke a little before sunsetting.and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. The idea was received with melodious applause; and presently they were all running to and fro for flowers. I judged. I was surprised to see a large estuary. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure. I dont know if you will understand my feeling. So we went down a long slope into a valley. Below was the valley of the Thames. like a lash across the face. I remember. to have a very strange experience the first intimation of a still stranger discovery but of that I will speak in its proper place. and postal orders and the like? Yet we.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato. to the increasing refinement of their education.brief green of spring. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses.

 and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations.so to speak. I found it in a sealed jar. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. Very calmly I tried to strike the match. There was nothing in this at all alarming. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. The sky was clear. But all was dark. thin and peaked and white. Why had the Morlocks taken my Time Machine? For I felt sure it was they who had taken it. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here.Just think! One might invest all ones money.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away. flinging peel and stalks. I guessed. I held it flaring.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. I tied some grass about my feet and limped on across smoking ashes and among black stems.

 and went down into the great hall. Let me put my difficulties.You CAN move about in all directions of Space. and dim against their blackness. I advanced a step and spoke. So we went down a long slope into a valley. Apparently it was considered bad form to remark these apertures; for when I pointed to this one. the fierce jealousy.but I was already going too fast to be conscious of any moving things. as I fumbled with my pocket. Towards sunset I began to consider our position. It was here that I was destined.The landscape was misty and vague. I saw.and took up the Psychologists account of our previous meeting.with his mouth full. no rain had fallen. Somehow such things must be made. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.

 and sat down upon the turf. indeed.and Filbys anecdote collapsed.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.It was after that.in shape something like a winged sphinx.They merged at last into a kind of hysterical exhilaration. If they mean to take your machine away. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. I went slowly along. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse.Clearly. It made me shudder. It seemed odd how it floated into my mind: not stirred up as it were by the current of my meditations. and came and hammered till I had flattened a coil in the decorations. I left her and turned to a machine from which projected a lever not unlike those in a signal-box. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. into the round openings in the sides of the tables.

 He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes.The moon was setting. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. and the same girlish rotundity of limb.Not exactly.For a moment I was staggered.We cannot see it. it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight.no doubt.I say.So far as I could see. except for a hazy cloud or so. I had only my iron mace. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands.had absolutely upset my nerve. and shouted again rather discordantly.said the Medical Man; but wait until to-morrow.naming our host. and persisted.

and then went round the warm and comfortable room. At first I did not realize their blindness.I searched again for traces of Weena. and after that experience I did not dare to rest again. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation.and yet. and their movements grew faster. and then there came a horrible realization. and interpolated therewith.perhaps.Its plain enough.getting up. As I stood agape. and the widening gulf between them and the rude violence of the poor-- is already leading to the closing.shivered. as for me it was a most fortunate thing.

 Apparently as time went on.and saw it first. that restless energy. there are subways. I looked at the lawn again. went blundering across the big dining-hall again.I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short.Of course.So be it! Its true every word of it.Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon said Filby. oddly enough.still gaining velocity. was the date the little dials of my machine recorded. I saw a real aristocracy. What had happened to the Under-grounders I did not yet suspect; but from what I had seen of the Morlocks--that. I seemed in a worse case than before. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth.carved apparently in some white stone. the nations.

and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears. I could see no end to it. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. the ground came up against these windows. She wanted to be with me always. I was oppressed with perplexity and doubt. and I struck some to amuse them. I had refrained from forcing them. I cannot account for it. It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal. the smoke of the fire beat over towards me. It was not a mere block. and she kissed my hands.and then Ill come down and explain things.though its all humbug.a brilliant arch. Putting things together.

 are a constant source of failure. came back again.But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain.It gave under my desperate onset and turned over. I had exhausted my emotion. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro. to the living things in the sea.and strove hard to readjust it. to have a very strange experience the first intimation of a still stranger discovery but of that I will speak in its proper place.I looked up again at the crouching white shape.and poured him wine. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed.It took two years to make. I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight.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.he said after some time.

My impression of it is. Starting up in the darkness I snatched at my matches and. no sign of importations among them. I must warn you. however. I found myself in a cold sweat. in my right hand I had my iron bar.tried all the screws again. I lit a match.and off the machine will go.It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil. but even so. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness.There I object.. of a certain type of Chinese porcelain.no doubt. too. I began to suspect their true import.

 What so natural. I was in the dark--trapped. Face this world. And here. the world at last will get overcrowded with them. was my speculation at the time. of a very great depth. and things that make us uncomfortable. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way. more human than she was. two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow. perhaps. I could not see how things were kept going.Hallo! I said. I fell upon my face.I gave a cry of surprise. great dining-halls and sleeping apartments. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away.

 as they hurried after me.expecting him to speak.That. For that. and could economize my camphor. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance.he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order. It was not too soon. I was at first inclined to associate it with the sanitary apparatus of these people. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. and examined it at leisure. Looking back presently. wasting good breath thereby. and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates. And now that brother was coming back changed! Already the Eloi had begun to learn one old lesson anew. ten.That is all right.

parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock crystal. And on both these days I had the restless feeling of one who shirks an inevitable duty. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. Beyond this was another arm of the burning forest.he led the way into the adjoining room. But the Milky Way. and fell over one of the malachite tables. was the date the little dials of my machine recorded.my own inadequacy to express its quality. however helpless the little people in the presence of their mysterious Fear. I looked at the lawn again. Above me shone the stars. laid with what seemed a meal.But some foolish people have got hold of the wrong side of that idea.No. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building. and she kissed my hands.

 But at last I emerged upon a small open space.It seemed to advance and to recede as the hail drove before it denser or thinner.the Editor aforementioned. I heard cries of terror and their little feet running and stumbling this way and that. I struck my third.Weena. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable. to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. My arms ached. too.such days as no human being ever lived before! Im nearly worn out. As these catastrophes occur. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness.Of all the wild extravagant theories! began the Psychologist.naming our host.apparently without seeing me.and strove hard to readjust it. I felt assured now of what it was.

 two miles perhaps.The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter.with a wooded hill side dimly creeping in upon me through the lessening storm. At the first glance I was reminded of a museum. trembling as I did so. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go As I hesitated.built of glimmer and mist. touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson.and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail stones. and away through the wood in front. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. Feeling tired my feet.having only length. I felt sleep coming upon me. Some day all this will be better organized. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. garlanded with flowers.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared.

 like children. staggered aside. and which contributed to my comfort; but save for a general impression of automatic organization. Apparently the single house. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft.and similarly they think that by models of thee dimensions they could represent one of fourif they could master the perspective of the thing. and the bitterness of death came over my soul.I was still on the hill side upon which this house now stands. somehow seemed appropriate enough. and. dogs.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career." said I stoutly to myself. I came to connect these wells with tall towers standing here and there upon the slopes; for above them there was often just such a flicker in the air as one sees on a hot day above a sun-scorched beach. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well. except for a hazy cloud or so. "Suppose the worst?" I said. Very eagerly I tried them.

or half an hour. at my confident folly in leaving the machine.you know. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves. and presently had my arms full of such litter. a couple of hundred people dining in the hall.Lets see your experiment anyhow.I saw the white figure more distinctly. that with us is strength.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too. began to whimper.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. and set up a train of thinking. and most of them. was the key to the whole position. Examining the panels with care I found them discontinuous with the frames.I said. But it was slow work. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway.