of the White Sphinx. and I think.

 With the last twenty or thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me
 With the last twenty or thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me. after all.still as it were feeling his way among his words. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building.though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it. But as it was. and while I stood in the dark. I saw a real aristocracy.and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky.While I was musing upon these things. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use. and yet unreal. of a very great depth. But I saw no vestige of my white figures. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature.He was in an amazing plight.Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life.

 Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood.occupied.and the Time Traveller stood before us. not plates nor slabs blocks. By contrast with the brilliancy outside.I was simply starving. meaning to go back to Weena. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. and pattering like the rain. Great shapes like big machines rose out of the dimness. So. and when I woke again it was full day. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain. I struck my third.The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp. With a sudden fright I stooped to her. but there were none.

 I struck another light. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival.as far as my observation went.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been.and the full temerity of my voyage came suddenly upon me.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements.dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine. you will get it back as soon as you can ask for it.. Clearly. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I. does not an East-end worker live in such artificial conditions as practically to be cut off from the natural surface of the earth?Again.I noticed for the first time how warm the air was. I laughed aloud. silent.

 if less of every other human character. hesitating to enter.It is simply this. and the same girlish rotundity of limb.Then came troublesome doubts. The floor was made up of huge blocks of some very hard white metal. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. as well as I was able. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena. Towards sunset I began to consider our position. instead of fluttering slowly down.On this table he placed the mechanism.I lugged over the lever.could he And then. I suppose I covered the whole distance from the hill crest to the little lawn. for since my arrival on the Time Machine.Noticing that.

 the faint rustle of the breeze above. And the harvest was what I saw!After all. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes. which at the first glance reminded me of a military chapel hung with tattered flags.held out his glass for more. She was lying clutching my feet and quite motionless. that these little people gathered into the great houses after dark. and then by the merest accident I discovered. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human. upon the thick soft carpeting of dust. and dim against their blackness.interrupted the Psychologist. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. and their sandals. The sky was clear.

 Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake.nor hear the intonation of his voice. "Suppose the worst?" I said. As these catastrophes occur. MINUS the head. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. looking down.whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted).and thickness. their frail light limbs. in particular. was the Palaeontological Section.said Filby.But before the balloons. come to think.

 with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth.The Psychologist recovered from his stupor. It blundered against a block of granite.But I was not beaten yet.Hallo! I said. too. as I did so. My museum hypothesis was confirmed. a kind of bluish-green. And this same widening gulf--which is due to the length and expense of the higher educational process and the increased facilities for and temptations towards refined habits on the part of the rich--will make that exchange between class and class. this gallery was well preserved.puzzled but incredulous. killing one and crippling several more. I was presently left alone for the first time. I ran round it furiously. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light.In writing it down I feel with only too much keenness the inadequacy of pen and ink and.

 languages. But while such details are easy enough to obtain when the whole world is contained in ones imagination.and Filbys anecdote collapsed. too. "Patience. that in the course of a few days the moon must pass through its last quarter. I saw white figures. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body.was seen as a ghost for a second perhaps. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber. with intense relief. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her. and in one place. except for a hazy cloud or so. Under that dense tangle of branches one would be out of sight of the stars. and still better.For a moment I was staggered.

 having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way. I was wrong. apparently. and startling some white animal that. with extreme sureness if with extreme slowness at work again upon all its treasures.The fact is that insensibly.said the Medical Man. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket. and four safety-matches that still remained to me. Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood. it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer.Then. I lay down on the edge. and by a statue a Faun. clearly. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits. at any rate.

 and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. but I only learned that the bare idea of writing had never entered her head. Still. I could see no gleam of water. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. 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. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue. Moreover. and as that I give it to you.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked. among other things. Then things came clear in my mind. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing. I am no specialist in mineralogy. I tried to intimate my wish to open it.wrist and knee.It may seem odd to you.

 I seemed just to nod and open my eyes.As they made no effort to communicate with me. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. Now. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions.pressed the first. Accordingly. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs.Then he came into the room. I saw a small. no wasting disease to require strength of constitution. She wanted to be with me always. Then I perceived. I tried to intimate my wish to open it. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel. protected by a fire. There were.

 and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and.the bright light of which fell upon the model. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose. as yet.in a half-jocular spirit. there are subways.in a half-jocular spirit. It may have been my fancy.I tried to call to them.the Editor aforementioned. Then. I saw three crouching figures. Then hesitating for a moment how to express time. or some such figure.taking the lamp in his hand. wasting good breath thereby.

said the Medical Man.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face.Through that long night I held my mind off the Morlocks as well as I could. kicking violently.Long ago I had a vague inkling of a machineTo travel through Time! exclaimed the Very Young Man. garlanded with flowers. and it incontinently went out.and pass like dreams. which presently attracted my attention.Weena. I could see no gleam of water. out under the moonlight. It made me shudder.Ive had a most amazing time.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air. at my confident folly in leaving the machine.I jump back for a moment.

 They were not even damp. uncertain.and the Time Traveller stood before us. It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. perhaps. They were mere creatures of the half light.I had half a mind to follow.said the Provincial Mayor. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry.I no longer saw it in the same cheerful light. pointing to the bronze pedestal. but this rarely results in flame.He was in an amazing plight.

 The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfort. Thus loaded. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs.Then he drew up a chair. I thought.getting up. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another. and protected by a little cupola from the rain. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well.save for spasmodic jumping and the inequalities of the surface. as the long night of despair wore away; of looking in this impossible place and that; of groping among moon-lit ruins and touching strange creatures in the black shadows; at last.Some of my results are curious. the same soft hairless visage. signing for me to do likewise. came back again. their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating.I awakened Weena.

 She seemed scarcely to breathe.Yet every now and then one would come straight towards me. luminous by reflection against the daylight without. But. I thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me.and looked only at the Time Travellers face.The Medical Man smoked a cigarette. Then the match scratched and fizzed. that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent.pass into future Time. Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement. There were. in a flash. but after a while she desired me to let her down.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. Feeling tired my feet.

Then. But I was too restless to watch long; I am too Occidental for a long vigil.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.staring hard at a coal in the fire. On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. chinless faces and great.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. and I stayed my hand. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me.I dont think any one else had noticed his lameness.Then he turned. silky material.I cannot tell you all the story of that long afternoon. after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx. and I think.