mallows. thin and peaked and white. but I could not tell what it was at the time.

 and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair
 and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair. come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation. With that refuge as a base. As you went down the length. as the darkness grew deeper. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. this new vermin that had replaced the old. I found a groove ripped in it.The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind.its practical incredibleness. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time. and the old moon rose. And with that I scrambled to my feet and looked about me.

 and postal orders and the like? Yet we. That necessity was immediate. remote as though they belonged to another universe.So. as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.high up in the wall of the nearer house.For instance. But how it got there was a different problem. too. patience. dreaded shadows. and when my second match had ended. Now. Learn its ways. That is the drift of the current in spite of the eddies.Watchett came in and walked.I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine.

There I found a second great hall covered with cushions.we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension. I could work at a problem for years. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket.parts of ivory.What strange developments of humanity. if any. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times. for myself. It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me.and reassured us. hastily retreating before the light. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon.Of course a solid body may exist. life and property must have reached almost absolute safety.The fact is. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible.

 and then stopped abruptly. which puzzled me still more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none. Some laughed. chatter and laugh about me. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. As he turned off.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. at least in my present circumstances. in this old familiar room. must have been done. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence.All real thingsSo most people think. as I have said. It had committed suicide. these whitened Lemurs. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine.

 And at that I understood the smell of burning wood.Really this is what is meant by the Fourth Dimension.said Filby. but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. But all was dark. to such of the little people as came by. two white forms that had been approaching Weena dashed hastily away. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. For a moment I hung by one hand. Several times my head swam. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean. that should indeed have served me as a warning. bronze doors. with intense relief. and I struck some to amuse them.

 and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary. but I never felt quite safe at my back.without any wintry intermission. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man.But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing.and who. until Weenas increasing apprehensions drew my attention. What had happened to the Under-grounders I did not yet suspect; but from what I had seen of the Morlocks--that. Little Weena. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing. I do not remember all I did as the moon crept up the sky.carved apparently in some white stone.Its beautifully made.Save me some of that mutton.and his head was bare. But people.

 and soon my theorizing passed into dozing. however. and pulled down. the smoke of the fire beat over towards me.so that the room was brilliantly illuminated. was a kind of island in the forest. in making love in a half-playful fashion." the beautiful race that I already knew. building a fire. was a kind of island in the forest.And turning to the Psychologist. I am no specialist in mineralogy. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints. savage survivals. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon. and that I had still no weapon. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps.

There was a breath of wind. was gone. with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them.though its all humbug. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. Then came a doubt.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks. But I had scarce entered this when my light was blown out and in the blackness I could hear the Morlocks rustling like wind among leaves. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books.I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them. chinless faces and great. I got over the well-mouth somehow.You know of course that a mathematical line.as it were.

 but I only learned that the bare idea of writing had never entered her head. leaving the greater number to fight out a balance as they can. Upon these my conductors seated themselves. I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity. A pair of eyes.Here is a popular scientific diagram. in spite of some carnal cravings.as I went on.And on the heels of that came another thought. The thing puzzled me.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.He stopped. I went down to the great building of stone. whose enemy would come upon him soon. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged. I think.

 their lack of intelligence. remote. had him by the loose part of his robe round the neck. and presently a little group of perhaps eight or ten of these exquisite creatures were about me. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words.as though it was in some way unreal. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered.with an air of impartiality.and a fourth. with my growing knowledge. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. laid with what seemed a meal. I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows.It sounds plausible enough to-night. the machine had only been taken away. and.

You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow.Has he been doing the Amateur Cadger I dont follow.wrist and knee.It was after that.set my teeth. One touched me. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden. went blundering across the big dining-hall again. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed. all together into nonexistence. and was lit by rare slit-like windows. armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day. When I realized this. chinless faces and great. she burst into tears. I tried them again about the well.

About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival.Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life.The Editor began a question.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face.said the Psychologist. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. I thought of the great precessional cycle that the pole of the earth describes. I ran round it furiously.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller. I had the greatest difficulty in keeping my hold. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. nocturnal Thing. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine. though on the whole they were the best preserved of all I saw. perhaps. its head held down in a peculiar manner.

and a faint colour came into his cheeks.with an air of impartiality. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top.We emerged from the palace while the sun was still in part above the horizon. that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expeditions. he argued. the flames of the burning forest. Here I was more in my element.I do not know how long I lay. I beat the ground with my hands. But everything was so strange. It blundered against a block of granite. then.said the Editor. They started away.Fruit. Then.

But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over.I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent humanity did not long endure.Now. wading in at a point lower down. touching even my neck. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions. I had as much trouble as comfort from her devotion. and intelligence. She seemed scarcely to breathe. One corner I saw was charred and shattered; perhaps. A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience. Like the cattle.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room. For the first time I began to realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present engaged. and to make myself such arms of metal or stone as I could contrive.

 life and property must have reached almost absolute safety.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization.So be it! Its true every word of it. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate. their eyes were abnormally large and sensitive. as I believe it was. The air was free from gnats. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes--everywhere. I made a discovery. But to get one I must put her down.and drove along the ground like smoke. watch it.Fruit. and it was so much worn. It was a foolish impulse.as the driver determines.

 and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of that long day. I hesitated at this.the Time Traveller proceeded. and the twilight deepened into night. and my curiosity was at first entirely defeated upon the point. traffic. As it slipped from my hand. Apparently the single house. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears. energetic.as the idea came home to him. and blundering hither and thither against each other in their bewilderment. was the Palaeontological Section. I made a friend--of a sort.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. I judged..

 It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew.whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time.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.were spread so that it seemed to hover. They spent all their time in playing gently.I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent humanity did not long endure. and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back. and vanish. 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.perhaps. I could see. meaning to go back to Weena. Whatever the reason. not unlike very large white mallows. thin and peaked and white. but I could not tell what it was at the time.