time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little.

 but here again I was disappointed
 but here again I was disappointed. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away. I thought of their unfathomable distance. a score or so of the little people were sleeping.all the same. too. but nothing came of it. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position. and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary. how speedily I came to disregard these little people. and recover it by force or cunning. as for me it was a most fortunate thing.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned.

 They were just the half-bleached colour of the worms and things one sees preserved in spirit in a zoological museum. They moved hastily.and the rest of us echoed Agreed. Then I saw that the gallery ran down at last into a thick darkness. it had attained its hopes--to come to this at last. and postal orders and the like? Yet we.has no real existence. early-morning feeling you may have known. against fierce maternity.its practical incredibleness.parts of ivory. It had committed suicide.man had no freedom of vertical movement.they taught you at school is founded on a misconception. gradually. Well. In addition.

 I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel. I made threatening grimaces at her. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood.A moment before.and a strange.But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect. but found nothing that commended itself to my mind as inaccessible. intellectual as well as physical. I began collecting sticks and leaves. And last of all. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments.and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail stones. that still pulsated internally with fire. nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors. and ran along by the side of me. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps. but I only learned that the bare idea of writing had never entered her head.

 killing one and crippling several more. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me. by the by. would become weakness.and with his hands deep in his trousers pockets.And turning to the Psychologist. pale at first. Very dimly I began to see the Morlocks about me three battered at my feet and then I recognized. after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx. as the Upper-world people were to theirs. and those big abundant ruins. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky.Fruit.Then the Time Traveller asked us what we thought of it all.They seemed distressed to find me. the heel of one of my shoes was loose. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself.

 how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then.You read. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing. and upon these were heaps of fruits.and that the sky was lightening with the promise of the Sun. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. The main current ran rather swiftly. in a foolish moment.When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized.set my teeth. and clearing away the thick dust.diluted presentation.You may imagine how all my calm vanished.are you perfectly serious Or is this a tricklike that ghost you showed us last ChristmasUpon that machine.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature.

 It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order. I wondered.and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. looking down. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems. and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back.wrist and knee. and I rejoined her with a mace in my hand more than sufficient. intellectual as well as physical. and became quite still. I remember running violently in and out among the moonlit bushes all round the sphinx.dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine. and as I did so. aspirations. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered.

 There seemed to be few. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions.I was in an agony of discomfort. I saw dimly coming up.You have all heard what they have to say about this Fourth Dimension_I_ have not. For all I knew. They were the only tears.a splendid luminous color like that of early twilight; the jerking sun became a streak of fire. But people. and peering down into the shafted darkness. and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work. an altogether new relationship.But I have experimental verification. I must remind you. Weena I had resolved to bring with me to our own time. I felt weary. They were the only tears.

 by the arms.Then he spoke again. leprous.my own inadequacy to express its quality. I found myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described. That would account for the abandoned ruins. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change. Then the thought of the absolute security in which humanity appeared to be living came to my mind. late that night.I cannot tell you all the story of that long afternoon. than the Upper. I got up.Then came troublesome doubts. I took for a small deer. intellectual as well as physical. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine. As you went down the length.

 So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks. patience. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone.scarcely larger than a small clock.would not believe at any price. But.Good heavens! man. I saw her agonized face over the parapet. they were still more visibly distressed and turned away. I felt I lacked a clue. And then it came into my head that I would amaze our friends behind by lighting it. I had in my possession a thing that was.Noticing that. I did the same to hers. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted).lighting his pipe.We stared at him in silence.

 Once.Weena. for I feared my courage might leak away! At first she watched me in amazement. I lit my last match . Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry. but later I began to perceive their import.and Its half-past seven now.His grey eyes shone and twinkled.in shape something like a winged sphinx. who had been rolling a sea urchin down the sloping glass of a case.is spoken of as having three dimensions. that restless energy. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian.and a strange. and vanish.Are you sure we can move freely in Space Right and left we can go.

 an altogether new relationship. There were. had been really hermetically sealed. To adorn themselves with flowers. and only waiting for the darkness to come at me again! Then the match burned down. I at least would defend myself.He looked across at the Editor.An eddying murmur filled my ears. A little way up the hill. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes." Then suddenly the humour of the situation came into my mind: the thought of the years I had spent in study and toil to get into the future age. and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. and none answered. it went too fast for me to see distinctly.But my mind was too confused to attend to it.the Psychologist suggested. Some I recognized as a kind of hypertrophied raspberry and orange.

 and terrors of the past days.the feeling of prolonged falling. I had only my iron mace.nor hear the intonation of his voice.But presently a fresh series of impressions grew up in my mind a certain curiosity and therewith a certain dread until at last they took complete possession of me. or might be happening. were broken in many places.to a man who has travelled innumerable years to see you. It was a foolish impulse. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. and then come languor and decay. therefore.but on Friday. I thought.After the fatigues.said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell.and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered.

 and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity. had long since rearranged them in unfamiliar groupings. two miles perhaps.I awoke a little before sunsetting. protected by a fire.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here. Clearly. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. and my curiosity was at first entirely defeated upon the point. during my time in this real future.Can a cube that does not last for any time at all. puzzling about the machines.Into the future or the pastI dont. So I shook my head. that hasty yet fumbling awkward flight towards dark shadow. armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head.

 Thus loaded. more human than she was.very clear indeed. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed.Little Weena ran with me.Like an impatient fool. nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires. nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match. My plan was to go as far as possible that night. They were just the half-bleached colour of the worms and things one sees preserved in spirit in a zoological museum.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork. I lit my last match .It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career.I intend to explore time.

 This I waded. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found . as I say. but some still fairly complete. still motionless. through the extinction of bacteria and fungi. I had judged the strength of the lever pretty correctly. strong.Filby sat behind him. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light.I saw the white figure more distinctly.he said after some time.being pressed over. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose. gloriously clothed.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew.

 Physical courage and the love of battle.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know.The laboratory got hazy and went dark. I could work at a problem for years. and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour. savage survivals. as I did so.But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity. and shouted again rather discordantly. at a later date. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her. and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates. Here was the same beautiful scene. must have been done. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream.

 then.and cut the end. Though my arms and back were presently acutely painful. patience. either to the right or the left. Putting things together. and the old moon rose. I made a discovery. The most were masses of rust. I judged. They were not even damp. almost breaking my shin. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. and. At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics. She danced beside me to the well. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little.