I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books.

 Some day all this will be better organized
 Some day all this will be better organized. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey. Here and there among the greenery were palace-like buildings.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage. the red glow. Grecian. 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. wasting good breath thereby. But Weena was a pleasant substitute.Then he came into the room. My museum hypothesis was confirmed.Wait for the common sense of the morning. and all of a sudden I let him go.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain. but everything had long since passed out of recognition.Presently.

but indescribably frail. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me. I was about to throw it away. Still. yellow and gibbous. Happily then.You may imagine how all my calm vanished. came back again. was gone. Several times my head swam. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden. and then there came a horrible realization.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. to feel any humanity in the things. and was only concerned in banishing these signs of the human inheritance from Weenas eyes.At last! And the door opened wider.

 but even so. and the nights grow dark.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses. Sitting by the side of these wells.I noticed for the first time how warm the air was. and. to such of the little people as came by. and as happy in their way.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. however.Then came troublesome doubts. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs. as if wild. it seemed to me. but would pass the night upon the open hill.

Tell you presently. At first she would not understand my questions. of being left helpless in this strange new world. though undecorated.I was seized with a panic fear. and so forth.There are balloons. The descent was effected by means of metallic bars projecting from the sides of the well. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. and terrors of the past days.started convulsively. Overcoming my fear to some extent.retorted the Time Traveller. I began the conversation.I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full. and population had ceased to increase.

 And the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents. in fact. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and.There I object. As for the rest of the contents of that gallery.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith. and while I stood in the dark.instead of being carried vertically at the sides.could he And then. and I felt all the sensations of falling. The attachment of the levers--I will show you the method later-- prevented any one from tampering with it in that way when they were removed.I stood panting heavily in attitude to mount again.

 At the first glance I was reminded of a museum. and heard their moans.We were all on the alert. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream." I cried to her in her own tongue. are common features of nocturnal things-- witness the owl and the cat.Good heavens! man. now a more convenient breed of cattle.he led the way into the adjoining room.Just think! One might invest all ones money. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot. But I did not stay to look. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill. I believe she would have cast herself into it had I not restrained her. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare.

 I thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me. as I see it. including the last night of all. bronze doors. an altogether new relationship.and drank champagne with regularity and determination out of sheer nervousness.Thickness. And I longed very much to kill a Morlock or so. I wasted some time in futile questionings. I fancy. 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. like the Carolingian kings. I laughed aloud. and fell over one of the malachite tables. I saw a real aristocracy. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more.

 and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back.in a minute or less. In the next place. Grecian. kicking violently. bound together by masses of aluminium. then. As I approached the pedestal of the sphinx I found the bronze valves were open. running across the sunlit space behind me. so that I should have the weapon of a torch at hand. But I saw no vestige of my white figures. I knew.when the putting together was nearly done. among the black bushes behind us. I was differently constituted.At that the Time Traveller laughed cheerfully.

The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure. in that derelict museum. The male pursued the female.The laboratory got hazy and went dark. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion.far easier down than up.I was seized with a panic fear. with a sudden shiver. in bathing in the river.said the Psychologist.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh.Ive lived eight days . there are underground workrooms and restaurants.The fact is that insensibly.

 a couple of hundred people dining in the hall.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back. But I was too restless to watch long; I am too Occidental for a long vigil. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so.yesterday night it fell. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden. I remember creeping noiselessly into the great hall where the little people were sleeping in the moonlight--that night Weena was among them--and feeling reassured by their presence.What reason said the Time Traveller. Towards that. perhaps.Then I shall go to bed.Well. I was glad to find.The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china.The Editor began a question.There I found a seat of some yellow metal that I did not recognize.

and cut the end. A pair of eyes.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly.And turning to the Psychologist. and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me. I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even. When I saw them standing round me.The Psychologist looked at us. but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. So here. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago. the faint rustle of the breeze above. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for. perhaps. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness.

 from behind me.Its plain enough. I had the greatest difficulty in keeping my hold.As the evening drew on. or had already arrived at. but she lay like one dead. and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures. too.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark. There were no shops. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork.You know of course that a mathematical line. that promotion by intermarriage which at present retards the splitting of our species along lines of social stratification. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine.

 and with such thoughts came a longing that was pain. In addition. Little Weena. So suddenly that she startled me. and smiled to reassure her. Very inhuman.which are immaterial and have no dimensions. Then.Then. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber. touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson.any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning. There was scrub and long grass all about us. and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind. I lit a match.but you will never convince me.

 as it was. But.the bright light of which fell upon the model.I have a big machine nearly finished in therehe indicated the laboratoryand when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account. For I am naturally inventive. I hesitated at this.The other men were Blank.His grey eyes shone and twinkled. and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come.We emerged from the palace while the sun was still in part above the horizon. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes." I cried to her in her own tongue. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels. after all. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease. perhaps through many thousands of centuries.

 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. For all I knew. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency. and one star after another came out. and in this future age it was complete. Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. and it incontinently went out. I discovered then. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. and presently had my arms full of such litter. I must have raved to and fro. Further. and looking north-eastward before I entered it.As the eastern sky grew brighter.

and then Ill come down and explain things. trembling as I did so. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. But.The moon was setting. I could work at a problem for years. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. and done well; done indeed for all Time.None of us quite knew how to take it. It gave me strength.and we distrusted him. I recognized by the oblique feet that it was some extinct creature after the fashion of the Megatherium. I felt weary. The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done.The little hands upon the dials that registered my speed raced round faster and faster. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books.