has it always been. For all I knew.I saw the laboratory exactly as before.

incomplete in the workshop
incomplete in the workshop. pale at first. perhaps. but everything had long since passed out of recognition. and again sat down. perhaps. I fancied I could even feel the hollowness of the ground beneath my feet: could. against connubial jealousy. To adorn themselves with flowers. I felt sleep coming upon me. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. That way lies monomania. often ruinous.and Its half-past seven now. and the sight of a block of sulphur set my mind running on gunpowder. My breath came with pain.

 At the first glance I was reminded of a museum.shivered. It gave me strength.You will soon admit as much as I need from you.Then he came into the room. 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.The Editor wanted that explained to him. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. MINUS the head. and my curiosity was at first entirely defeated upon the point.said a very young man.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. I did the same to hers.The night came like the turning out of a lamp. Very eagerly I tried them.

 and in one place. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways. in this old familiar room.I suppose I must apologize. But I had my hand on the climbing bars now. in the end.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. I had reckoned.and another a quiet. However great their intellectual degradation. in particular. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. was still the same tattered streamer of star dust as of yore.

 I slipped on the uneven floor. to get a clear idea of the method of my loss.had absolutely upset my nerve. was a question I deliberately put to myself. It was a foolish impulse. no nitrates of any kind. And last of all. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment.He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature. Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me.leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests. and peering down into the shafted darkness. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep.

know which.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare. I was in the dark--trapped. It was evidently the derelict remains of some vast structure. that the others were running. I had reckoned.for instance. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain.attentively enough; but you cannot see the speakers white. In some of these visions of Utopias and coming times which I have read. the fact remains that the sun was very much hotter than we know it. And yet. and vanish.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay. And at last.

 The whole world will be intelligent. My arms ached. and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed. So I shook my head. In a moment I knew what had happened.There is.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time. Then he resumed his narrative.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine. And they were filthily cold to the touch. that I had not noticed this before.wrist and knee. Later. To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless. Feeling tired my feet.

 the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth.I want to tell it.never opened his mouth all the evening. To adorn themselves with flowers.towards the garden door.You must follow me carefully. however.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar.The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other.My fear grew to frenzy. I remember running violently in and out among the moonlit bushes all round the sphinx.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know.One hand on the saddle. which displayed only a geometrical pattern. which. This appeared to be devoted to minerals.

 my arm against the overturned pillar. and rifles. Indeed. And it caught my eye that the corner of the marble table near me was fractured. aspirations. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces. There was the tangle of rhododendron bushes.to a man who has travelled innumerable years to see you. I saw the fact plainly enough. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time. abstract terms. if less of every other human character. I beat the ground with my hands. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field. and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low.

continued the Time Traveller. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her. He came a step forward. as my vigil wore on. "They must have been ghosts. It reminded me of a sepia painting I had once seen done from the ink of a fossil Belemnite that must have perished and become fossilized millions of years ago. And at last. looking more nearly into their features. of a very great depth.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. I said. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay.Says hell explain when he comes.

 Then. And I longed very much to kill a Morlock or so. perhaps through many thousands of centuries. Even were there no other lurking danger a danger I did not care to let my imagination loose upon there would still be all the roots to stumble over and the tree boles to strike against. And at last. knocking one of the people over in my course. either to the right or the left. I thought. altogether. came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face.Its plain enough. And yet. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. He gave a whoop of dismay. instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands.

 Except at one end where the roof had collapsed. I had the small levers in my pocket. instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs.The arch of the doorway was richly carved. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes. I thought in a transitory way of the oddness of wells still existing. An animal perfectly in harmony with its environment is a perfect mechanism. and the bitterness of death came over my soul. I guessed.Then he drew up a chair.I turned frantically to the Time Machine.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. and in spite of my grief. looking more nearly into their features.Well said the Psychologist. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for.

The Psychologist looked at us.Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling.girdled at the waist with a leather belt. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. rather foolishly.My sensations would be hard to describe. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. and they reflected the light in the same way. the ground a sombre grey.draughty corridor to his laboratory. without medicine. out under the moonlight.nodding his head. I fancied that if I could solve their puzzles I should find myself in possession of powers that might be of use against the Morlocks. So the Morlocks thought.

My sensations would be hard to describe. After an instants pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins.is only a model. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. among other things. One thing was clear enough to my mind. Glancing upward. I got over the well-mouth somehow. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. I went through gallery after gallery.He walked with just such a limp as I have seen in footsore tramps.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling. that restless energy. I saw dimly coming up. to the living things in the sea. almost sorry not to use it.

and yet. I felt I could never sleep again until my bed was secure from them. At that I chuckled gleefully. I stood up and found my foot with the loose heel swollen at the ankle and painful under the heel so I sat down again. with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth.He took one of the small octagonal tables that were scattered about the room.though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it. was still the same tattered streamer of star dust as of yore.of an imminent smash. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly.I was seized with a panic fear. I was very tired and sleepy. A minute passed.faster and faster still. the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar. and not a little of it.

 I was differently constituted.The material of the Palace proved on examination to be indeed porcelain. The mouths were small.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match.said the Medical Man. The thing took my imagination. this ripe prime of the human race. I think. after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx. as the day grew clearer.and I was flung headlong through the air. These people of the remote future were strict vegetarians. The darkness presently fell from my eyes. I tried them again about the well.

 ten. And yet. nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match. and turned again to the dark trees before me. and possibly even the household.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor. Then.said the Editor hilariously. Examining the panels with care I found them discontinuous with the frames.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions. clearly. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands.I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air.and why has it always been. For all I knew.I saw the laboratory exactly as before.