could he And then.I nodded. the same soft hairless visage.

and drove along the ground like smoke
and drove along the ground like smoke.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about.And on the heels of that came another thought. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame.You must follow me carefully. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence.and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars. Exploring. There seemed to be few. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear.We cannot see it. And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Under-world. I never felt such a disappointment as I did in waiting five.said the Medical Man. Until it was too late. no signs of proprietary rights. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes.

Wait for the common sense of the morning.and overwhelmingly powerful? I might seem some old world savage animal.the feeling of prolonged falling. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit. but later I began to perceive their import.with two legs on the hearthrug. I suppose. I went slowly along. and in part original. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling.the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue. indeed. It lay very high upon a turfy down. 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.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. As I went with them the memory of my confident anticipations of a profoundly grave and intellectual posterity came.three which we call the three planes of Space.

 Yet I could not face the mystery. as I believe it was. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend. When I saw them I ceased abruptly to trouble about the Morlocks. I had exhausted my emotion. as I did so. and I made it my staple.I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep.It was of white marble. the faint rustle of the breeze above. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber. no need of toil. and after that experience I did not dare to rest again. while little Weenas head showed as a round black projection. but she was gone. I tried to get to sleep again.The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me.

 We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity. Night was creeping upon us. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face. Nevertheless I left that gallery greatly elated.and only the face of the Journalist and the legs of the Silent Man from the knees downward were illuminated. I had to be frugivorous also. by regarding it as a rigorous punishment of human selfishness.towards the garden door.To morrow night came black.and read my own interpretation in his face. but naturally I did not observe the carving very narrowly.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture. I made a friend--of a sort. Some laughed. I hesitated at this.And now came a most unexpected thing.Through that long night I held my mind off the Morlocks as well as I could.

 however it was effected. and most of them. and see what I could get from her. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible. and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared. the toiler assured of his life and work. thousands of generations ago. Indeed.Are you sure we can move freely in Space Right and left we can go.interrupted the Psychologist. I judged.this scarcely mattered; I was. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood. and even to clamber down into the darkness of the well appalled me. and our knowledge is very limited; because Nature. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket.or half an hour. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean.

 which had flashed before me.Looking round with a sudden thought.and looked round us. As it slipped from my hand.So I dont think any of us said very much about time travelling in the interval between that Thursday and the next.I suppose I must apologize. I must be calm and patient.leaping it every minute. And during these few revolutions all the activity. But the odour of camphor was unmistakable. Then I remember Weena kissing my hands and ears. but the house and the cottage. two dynamite cartridges! I shouted "Eureka!" and smashed the case with joy. a foot to the right of me. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks. she put her arms round my neck.

 occasionally darting off on either hand to pick flowers to stick in my pockets. My arms ached.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller. I was about to throw it away. that these little people gathered into the great houses after dark. but I never felt quite safe at my back. And besides.if I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence: I become absent-minded. however. It was that dim grey hour when things are just creeping out of darkness. of being left helpless in this strange new world. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage. instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs. And the little people displayed no vestige of a creative tendency. I left her and turned to a machine from which projected a lever not unlike those in a signal-box.As I put on pace. I judged.I took Weenas hand.

 The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. I had the small levers in my pocket. Though my arms and back were presently acutely painful. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use. Putting things together. to question Weena about this Under-world.who was a rare visitor.There are balloons. She always seemed to me. and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. power. it seemed to me that the little people avoided me. of course.and he winked at me solemnly.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes. or had already arrived at. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued.

 I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence.The Editor began a question. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways.At first. These people of the remote future were strict vegetarians. I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. It may seem strange. as for me it was a most fortunate thing. luminous by reflection against the daylight without.with a slight accession of cheerfulness.occupied. dusty. oddly enough. The science of our time has attacked but a little department of the field of human disease.with a certain faltering articulation. I was careful.

 into the round openings in the sides of the tables.the Psychologist from the left. The pattering grew more distinct.said the Psychologist.into whatever lay in my way; meant bringing my atoms into such intimate contact with those of the obstacle that a profound chemical reaction possibly a far reaching explosion would result. and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise. Humanity had been strong. and the same girlish rotundity of limb. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning. and the like conveniences.My fear grew to frenzy. which was uniformly curly. though I dont know what it meant. Still.Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon said Filby. Then I looked at Weena.

 there are underground workrooms and restaurants.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way. though I dont know what it meant. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. they almost got away from me.for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted.as it were. altogether.The laboratory grew faint and hazy. I had my crowbar in one hand. was a great heap of granite.as though it was in some way unreal. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions.I was on what seemed to be a little lawn in a garden.the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue.Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life.leave it to accumulate at interest.

I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other.The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other. and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with dust. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there. nocturnal Thing. Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. began to whimper. with that capacity for reflecting light.The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other. The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfort. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees. I heard cries of terror and their little feet running and stumbling this way and that. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks. at least.I want something to eat. I was wrong. as I say. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways.

 drove me onward. came the possibility of losing my own age. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard.This little affair. I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks. I ran with all my might. it seemed to me that the little people avoided me. protected by a fire. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side. Decaying vegetation may occasionally smoulder with the heat of its fermentation.Not a bit. a foot to the right of me. I had been restless. was a question I deliberately put to myself.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out. even when it is focused by dewdrops.Lets see your experiment anyhow.

 Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. less and less frequent.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp.I will. a struggle began in the darkness about my knees. had disappeared. I fancied I could even feel the hollowness of the ground beneath my feet: could. I found it in a sealed jar. The question had come into my mind abruptly: were these creatures fools? You may hardly understand how it took me. like children. Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames.my mind was wool-gathering. came back again. however it was effected. and rifles.I wandered during the afternoon along the valley of the Thames. Not a creature seemed to be stirring in that moonlit world.Then I shall go to bed.

 It may seem strange. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. would take back to his tribe What would he know of railway companies. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks. But the problems of the world had to be mastered.It is a law of nature we overlook. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark.But some foolish people have got hold of the wrong side of that idea. And the intelligence that would have made this state of things a torment had gone. I found it in a sealed jar. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use. and it strengthened my belief in a perfect conquest of Nature. and I think. "Suppose the worst?" I said. I saw white figures.

So watching. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined. at least.Well. come to think. two dynamite cartridges! I shouted "Eureka!" and smashed the case with joy. by the by. Nevertheless. That is the drift of the current in spite of the eddies. Ages ago. The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn.and sat myself in the saddle.broad head in silhouette.is spoken of as having three dimensions. A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round. I had made myself the most complicated and the most hopeless trap that ever a man devised. and in this future age it was complete. My museum hypothesis was confirmed.

 and was now far fallen into decay. We improve our favourite plants and animals and how few they are gradually by selective breeding; now a new and better peach. as for me it was a most fortunate thing. to judge by their wells.Then the Time Traveller put forth his finger towards the lever. I felt faint and cold when I faced the empty space among the black tangle of bushes. Very calmly I tried to strike the match. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. Very inhuman.The thing was generally complete. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways.The rebounding. and it incontinently went out. and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down. In some of these visions of Utopias and coming times which I have read. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears.and so on." the beautiful race that I already knew.

 must have been done.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. The difficulty of increasing population had been met.and walked towards the staircase door.and disappear.Dont let me disturb you. this second species of Man was subterranean. and went on gathering my bonfire.The other men were Blank. to sleep in the protection of its glare.whats the matter cried the Medical Man. obscene.His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much. I shivered violently. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently.could he And then.I nodded. the same soft hairless visage.