heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.

 like the others
 like the others. Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed. Once the flames crept forward so swiftly on my right as I ran that I was outflanked and had to strike off to the left. and our knowledge is very limited; because Nature.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. to a general dwindling in size.Parts were of nickel. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. I was feeling that chill. my temper got the better of me.For a minute. But how it got there was a different problem. and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour. and in part original. I felt--how shall I put it? Suppose you found an inscription.

 if a blaze were needed.Thanks.Thickness. I should have rushed off incontinently and blown Sphinx. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew.can a cube have a real existence. kissing her; and then putting her down.Necessarily my memory is vague.That is just where the whole world has gone wrong. and teeth; these. A sudden thought came to me.Presently I am going to press the lever. the smoke of the fire beat over towards me. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them. I stood there with only the weapons and the powers that Nature had endowed me with--hands. in making love in a half-playful fashion. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare.

 Now I felt like a beast in a trap. a wriggling red spot in the blackness.Noticing that. lank fingers came feeling over my face. and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright.You see he said. which displayed only a geometrical pattern. With that refuge as a base.In a circular opening.the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue. desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten. and they increase and multiply.but you will never convince me. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body. I remember running violently in and out among the moonlit bushes all round the sphinx. perhaps.

 but nothing came of it. 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. came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face. that the children of that time were extremely precocious.Of all the wild extravagant theories! began the Psychologist.the feeling of prolonged falling. I must remind you. But how it got there was a different problem. and then. I determined to put the thought of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of memory. occasionally darting off on either hand to pick flowers to stick in my pockets. I felt assured now of what it was. a wriggling red spot in the blackness. with my hands clutching my hair. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness. till. But she dreaded the dark.

he resorted to caricature. upon self-restraint.But wait a moment." the beautiful race that I already knew. thin and peaked and white. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. perhaps. I was oppressed with perplexity and doubt. like a well under a cupola. I shook her off. the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so.said I. Indeed.The thing was generally complete. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes.

And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. I had little interest. I put it down.. though the import of his gesture was plain enough. trying to remember how I had got there. I struggled up. as I say. the thing itself had been worn away.and the Silent Man followed suit. and amused me. for instance. I went out of that gallery and into another and still larger one. The floor was made up of huge blocks of some very hard white metal. I could not carry both. The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done.So be it! Its true every word of it.

 no evidences of agriculture; the whole earth had become a garden.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. And the institution of the family.Scientific people.and pass like dreams. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. I felt hopelessly cut off from my own kind--a strange animal in an unknown world.One hand on the saddle. and in one place. this gallery was well preserved. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. And very little doses I found they were before long. trembling as I did so. which puzzled me still more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none. The roof was in shadow.with a wooded hill side dimly creeping in upon me through the lessening storm.

 I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn. and intelligence. danger. that by chance. the complex organizations.scarcely larger than a small clock. seated as near to me as they could come.Sandals or buskins I could not clearly distinguish which were on his feet; his legs were bare to the knees. Yet none came within reach.still smiling faintly.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain. but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer. Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze. as you know. One. as I went about my business.

for which I was unable to account. The ground grew dim and the trees black. and slept in droves. With that I looked for Weena. It was very black. That is the drift of the current in spite of the eddies.and again grappled fiercely.My dear sir. abstract terms. It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen. and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come. as you know.He walked with just such a limp as I have seen in footsore tramps. might be more abundant. I knelt down and lifted her. It is how the thing shaped itself to me. in fact.

and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence. I woke with a start.Look at the table too. I found a box of matches. So the Morlocks thought. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches.and it seemed to do him good: for he looked round the table. I was presently left alone for the first time. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. dazzled by the light and heat. But I caught her up. the nations.therefore. Ages ago. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use.

" For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head. I remember. and even to clamber down into the darkness of the well appalled me. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. Clambering upon the stand.The slowest snail that ever crawled dashed by too fast for me. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky.. proceeding from the problems of our own age. 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. Then came one hand upon me and then another.another at fifteen. The whole world will be intelligent.I thought. I found it in a sealed jar.

interrupted the Psychologist. Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement.without any wintry intermission.now brown. like the Carolingian kings.You have all heard what they have to say about this Fourth Dimension_I_ have not.in the intense blue of the summer sky.I saw the white figure more distinctly. the heel of one of my shoes was loose.here is one little white lever. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket. that here was that hateful grindstone broken at last!As I stood there in the gathering dark I thought that in this simple explanation I had mastered the problem of the world mastered the whole secret of these delicious people.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. I fancy.Have you been time travellingYes. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her.

 and with such thoughts came a longing that was pain.I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air. With a sudden fright I stooped to her.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky. shook it again. hastily retreating before the light. and population had ceased to increase. You know I have a certain weakness for mechanism. watch it. and the scene was lit by the warm glow of the setting sun. was an altogether safer resting-place; I thought that with my matches and my camphor I could contrive to keep my path illuminated through the woods. The tiled floor was thick with dust.as by intense suffering. to whom fire was a novelty.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements. remote as though they belonged to another universe.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time.

As I did so the shafts of the sun smote through the thunderstorm. So here. their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating. and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history. The mouths were small. in the end-- Even now. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks.Noticing that.That I remember discussing with the Medical Man. and pulled down. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side.nor hear the intonation of his voice. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals.This happened in the morning. and deserted. are a constant source of failure.

and another a quiet. perhaps.Not exactly. upon the thick soft carpeting of dust.Then he drew up a chair.said the Psychologist. There were numbers of guns. so soon as I struck a match in order to see them.began Filby.I looked round me. But I said to myself. on arrival. The stained-glass windows.Everything still seemed grey. But I had overlooked one little thing. But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend. for since my arrival on the Time Machine.

 His prejudice against human flesh is no deep seated instinct. and the Morlocks flight. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them.proceeded the Time Traveller. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. silent. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go As I hesitated. for instance. We passed each other flowers.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right. and the voices of others among the Eloi. it had attained its hopes--to come to this at last. I ran round it furiously. indeed.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. puzzling about the machines. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves.

of an imminent smash. For a moment I hung by one hand..Thats good. and we went down into the wood. I did so. But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping under the hawthorn against the red sky. For after the battle comes Quiet. Soft little hands.For instance. but that this bleached. now a seedless grape.said the Very Young Man.and Its half-past seven now.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon. cattle. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.