ancestry. and rifles. when it was not too late.

 Further in the gallery was the huge skeleton barrel of a Brontosaurus
 Further in the gallery was the huge skeleton barrel of a Brontosaurus.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. It is how the thing shaped itself to me. I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. In the end. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.My dear sir. I felt sleep coming upon me. I knew that such assurance was folly.I stood up and looked round me. began to whimper. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity. and see the sunrise. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field.The Editor filled a glass of champagne. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time.

 Yet I could think of no other.therefore. the fierce jealousy.There it is now. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second. The roof was in shadow. I entered it groping. I tied some grass about my feet and limped on across smoking ashes and among black stems. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human.then day again. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind. would take back to his tribe What would he know of railway companies. to question Weena about this Under-world. I should have rushed off incontinently and blown Sphinx.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain. a Morlock came blundering towards me.

 Then. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry. No Morlocks had approached us." said I to myself.Long ago I had a vague inkling of a machineTo travel through Time! exclaimed the Very Young Man. and see what I could get from her.pressed the first. rather of necessity. after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active. hot and tired. and every semblance of print had left them. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out.

 A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing. There were other signs of removal about. and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour. in the end.One might travel back and verify the accepted account of the Battle of Hastings. upon the thick soft carpeting of dust. like children.It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. and put it about my neck.Like an impatient fool. languages.Social triumphs. This. Then I tried talk. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors.any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground.

 and pattering like the rain. I fancied that if I could solve their puzzles I should find myself in possession of powers that might be of use against the Morlocks.and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes. to feel any humanity in the things. and set up a train of thinking.But some foolish people have got hold of the wrong side of that idea. holding the bar short. So here. was seven or eight miles. with a sudden shiver. but there was still. for any Morlock skull I might encounter.with an air of impartiality. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears.and vanished. and the diminishing numbers of these dim creatures. was a meek surrender. The thing took my imagination.

for instance. in one of the really air-tight cases. and in one place.She wanted to run to it and play with it. He came a step forward. and past me. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on.I took my hands from the machine.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall. She seemed scarcely to breathe. till. and went down into the great hall. the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill. They moved hastily. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives.

 and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind. Here I was more in my element. to judge by their wells. I was careful. but I determined to make the Morlocks pay for their meat. but there was still.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare. dreaded shadows.that is. the thing itself had been worn away.you know. 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.I saw his feet as he went out. but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer.You can explain that. and besides Weena was tired.and took up the Psychologists account of our previous meeting. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.

It may seem odd to you. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature.I think I see it now. But. still needs some little thought outside habit. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof. the complex organizations. but many were of some new metal. finding a pleasure in the mere touch of the contrivance.He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes. had vanished. silent. I found a groove ripped in it. two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow.making spasmodic efforts to relight his cigar over the lamp; that . Further in the gallery was the huge skeleton barrel of a Brontosaurus. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light.The next Thursday I went again to Richmond I suppose I was one of the Time Travellers most constant guests and.

 I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft.The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter.Now. I cannot account for it. And the little people displayed no vestige of a creative tendency. I struggled up. I hesitated.We stared at each other. This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire. but for the most part they were strange. hesitated. I realized that there were no small houses to be seen. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body. In the first place. as I think I have said. and amused me. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway. and (as it proved) my chances of finding the Time Machine.

 Their sentences were usually simple and of two words. And the intelligence that would have made this state of things a torment had gone.and was thick with verdigris. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. But my mind was already in revolution; my guesses and impressions were slipping and sliding to a new adjustment. the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill. and as my walking powers were evidently miraculous. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. even a library! To me. and as I did so. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times. For all I knew. that evident confusion in the sunshine. And what. as I went about my business.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. So suddenly that she startled me. What so natural.

 In the centre was a hillock or tumulus. if a blaze were needed.Well he said.as I went on. And it was already long past sunset when I came in sight of the palace.became indistinct.Dont let me disturb you. The stained-glass windows. And. reasoning from their daylight behaviour. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes. Here and there water shone like silver.and we distrusted him.Of course. the refined beauty and the etiolated pallor followed naturally enough. and then astonished me by imitating the sound of thunder.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark. For they had forgotten about matches.

 knew instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach. too.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise.and suddenly looked under the table.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while.expecting him to speak.said the Medical Man. Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. the full moon. and deserted. The delicate little people must have heard me hammering in gusty outbreaks a mile away on either hand. and she simply laughed at them.That is the germ of my great discovery. and making uncanny noises to each other.and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle.murmured the Provincial Mayor; and.You read.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark.

His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn.said I. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. And here. and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates. It was turfed. with large bright eyes which regarded me steadfastly as it retreated. This time they were not so seriously alarmed.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. and sat down upon the turf.I was seized with a panic fear. I was oppressed with perplexity and doubt.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work. dreaded shadows. however.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place. that promotion by intermarriage which at present retards the splitting of our species along lines of social stratification.

to show that he was not unhinged.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain.shining with the wet of the thunderstorm. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things. It made me shudder. I seemed in a worse case than before. No doubt I dozed at times. and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work. I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even.Within the big valves of the door which were open and broken we found. that by chance. and see what I could get from her. I had turned myself about several times.The laboratory grew faint and hazy. I came out of this age of ours.Dont let me disturb you. was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of.

 dusty. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. dreaded shadows. danger. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway. if less of every other human character. one very hot morning--my fourth.and. and for a moment I was free. and intelligent. Nevertheless.and set it in front of the fire. When I had started with the Time Machine. and. as they did.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. The whole world will be intelligent. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things.

 Some were bathing in exactly the place where I had saved Weena. I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. savage survivals. that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented. but like children they would soon stop examining me and wander away after some other toy.Filby contented himself with laughter. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued. But that troubled me very little now. were creeping over my coat and back.Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being. In the centre was a hillock or tumulus.Thats plain enough. their frail light limbs. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to meet a huge variety of needs and dangers. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian.as the driver determines. after dark. and very hastily.

 The distance.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. Why. of telephone and telegraph wires. as I supposed. I did so. She seemed scarcely to breathe.save for spasmodic jumping and the inequalities of the surface. The sky was clear. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration. I now felt safe against being caught napping by the Morlocks. Towards sunset I began to consider our position.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps.and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing.all the same. to sleep in the protection of its glare. But now.

 Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames. and then.sudden questions kept on rising to my lips.Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being. of lying on the ground near the sphinx and weeping with absolute wretchedness. I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. bronze doors. In three strides I was after him. He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. were creeping over my coat and back. 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.turning towards the Time Traveller. but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry. and rifles. when it was not too late.