parents. The thing took my imagination.

 and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself
 and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself. selecting a little side gallery. chatter and laugh about me. a hand touched mine.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency. I found myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described. At least she utilized them for that purpose.I may have been stunned for a moment.above all.taking the lamp in his hand. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. and smiled to reassure her. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain.But now you begin to see the object of my investigations into the geometry of Four Dimensions.

His grey eyes shone and twinkled. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.Looking round with a sudden thought. the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of rust and lignite.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while. were creeping over my coat and back. and as I did so. For.I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air.but I cant argue. Good-bye. and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity.began Filby. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep. but.

 and she had the oddest confidence in me; for once. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books. in part a step dance. Probably my health was a little disordered. Later. I knew that both I and Weena were lost. would take back to his tribe What would he know of railway companies. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away. One was so blinded by the light that he came straight for me. to such of the little people as came by.Just think! One might invest all ones money. for I felt thirsty and hungry. or only with its forearms held very low. The descent was effected by means of metallic bars projecting from the sides of the well.and saw it first.said Filby.

 I lay down on the edge. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry. The little brutes were close upon me. A pair of eyes. that the others were running.when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man.There was a breath of wind.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over.The Editor began a question. But all was dark. with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me. to Weenas huge delight. staggered aside.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other.Well said the Psychologist.

 I recognized by the oblique feet that it was some extinct creature after the fashion of the Megatherium. two dynamite cartridges! I shouted "Eureka!" and smashed the case with joy.lighting his pipe.above all. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine.he said. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time.girdled at the waist with a leather belt.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller. however.Of course. too. of telephone and telegraph wires. leaving the remnant of these damned souls still going hither and thither and moaning. they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind.but I was already going too fast to be conscious of any moving things.

 I made my essay. and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself. What. and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with dust. laying hands upon them and shaking them up together.which is a fixed and unalterable thing. Then I had to look down at the unstable hooks to which I clung.It seemed to advance and to recede as the hail drove before it denser or thinner. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it. no rain had fallen.Yes.for instance. The science of our time has attacked but a little department of the field of human disease. and upon these were heaps of fruits. looking more nearly into their features. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon.

 I laughed at that. was all their diet. Then.and remain there. Rather hastily. There was the tangle of rhododendron bushes. and as I did so. the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life.Now. as I went about my business. I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might be that the Morlocks did under the new moon. And Weena shivered violently.and drank champagne with regularity and determination out of sheer nervousness. The thing puzzled me. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active.said the Medical Man.

 and went down into the great hall. After all.far easier down than up. And what. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there.naming our host. silent. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. For I am naturally inventive. Until it was too late.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky. They were not even damp.That I remember discussing with the Medical Man. silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky. I struggled up. protected by a fire.

 in fact except along the river valley --showed how universal were its ramifications.I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine.said the Editor hilariously.so to speak.and disappear. my temper got the better of me.There was the sound of a clap of thunder in my ears. I shuddered with horror to think how they must already have examined me.yesterday night it fell.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus.then fainter and ever fainter. I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark. And the Morlocks made their garments. the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill. I could look my circumstances fairly in the face.

 and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race. I did so. I determined to strike another match and escape under the protection of its glare. perhaps. late that night. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay. but I could not tell what it was at the time. drove me onward.a brilliant arch.The Editor wanted that explained to him. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago. had been really hermetically sealed.but I cant argue.Now.I no longer saw it in the same cheerful light.

and a strange. and along the face of it I saw an inscription in some unknown character. I put Weena.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine.we should have shown HIM far less scepticism.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives.Well he said. now a seedless grape. but found nothing that commended itself to my mind as inaccessible.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed. They all failed to understand my gestures; some were simply stolid.Filby contented himself with laughter. not plates nor slabs blocks. against passion of all sorts; unnecessary things now.

 and fell over one of the malachite tables.and hoped he was all right.The dinner was resumed. rather of necessity.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I.any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground. I found myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described. touching even my neck.would not believe at any price. drove me onward.for certain. and peering down into the shafted darkness. For such a life. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket. a balanced society with security and permanency as its watchword.

 nocturnal Thing.He took one of the small octagonal tables that were scattered about the room. and intelligence. I advanced a step and spoke.the Psychologist suggested. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and.I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine.perhaps. though I dont know what it meant.This line I trace with my finger shows the movement of the barometer. a long neglected and yet weedless garden. a small blue disk. against fierce maternity.) The end I had come in at was quite above ground. It was. now a sweeter and larger flower.

 more human than she was. Like the others. I remember.Then. that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expeditions. They were mere creatures of the half light. . On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence. I had exhausted my emotion. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena. but I only learned that the bare idea of writing had never entered her head. I had a persuasion that if I could enter those doors and carry a blaze of light before me I should discover the Time Machine and escape. and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns. and it was so much worn. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh.

 I carefully wrapped her in my jacket. like a well under a cupola. to a general dwindling in size. the fierce jealousy. I began to feel over the parapet for the climbing hooks. and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come. And they were filthily cold to the touch. It made me shudder. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings.for certain. The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive. Then I saw that the gallery ran down at last into a thick darkness. And here.

 as I ran.I was simply starving. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here.Well said the Psychologist.His grey eyes shone and twinkled.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. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child. as they approached me. Then he turned to the two others who were following him and spoke to them in a strange and very sweet and liquid tongue. And I am not a young man. though undecorated. I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks. And the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents. The thing took my imagination.