on a wonderful deepness of blue. and wellnigh secured my boot as a trophy.

He drained it
He drained it. and gave them such a vivid rendering of a thunderclap as startled them. vanishing into dark gutters and tunnels.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine. I am no specialist in mineralogy.Look at the table too.expecting him to speak. Like the others.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. with my growing knowledge. and one star after another came out. I seemed in a worse case than before. different in character from any I had hitherto seen. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors.They are excessively unpleasant.said the Time Traveller.It is only another way of looking at Time. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east.

 Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. and running to me." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head. In the next place. Glancing upward.Yes. parental self-devotion.and Chose about the machine he said to me. the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this sombre wilderness of rotting paper testified.I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too. then. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away. If they mean to take your machine away. I was speedily cramped and fatigued by the descent.andDuration.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller.

and a strange. 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. in eating fruit and sleeping. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. The thick dust deadened our footsteps.Then I heard voices approaching me. others made up of words.But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE dimensions particularlywhy not another direction at right angles to the other threeand have even tried to construct a Four-Dimension geometry.The strange exultation that so often seems to accompany hard fighting came upon me. It is how the thing shaped itself to me.thinking (after his wont) in headlines.Then Filby said he was damned. and the same girlish rotundity of limb. Sitting by the side of these wells. I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax.But my mind was too confused to attend to it. their eyes were abnormally large and sensitive. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air.

 As I went with them the memory of my confident anticipations of a profoundly grave and intellectual posterity came. There were other signs of removal about. I fell upon my face. It seemed an overwhelming calamity. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the west was flaming gold.unsympathetic. I seemed in a worse case than before. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well.Yet every now and then one would come straight towards me. I was caught by the neck.Thats good. but many were of some new metal.but presently I remarked that the confusion in my ears was gone. to a general dwindling in size. which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment. I determined to make a resolute attempt to learn the speech of these new men of mine. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean.

and strove hard to readjust it.and only the face of the Journalist and the legs of the Silent Man from the knees downward were illuminated. I scanned the view keenly. and fell down. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. And besides.Wheres my mutton he said. and as happy in their way. The place was very silent. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. The two species that had resulted from the evolution of man were sliding down towards. would become weakness.It gave under my desperate onset and turned over. I lit my last match . But to get one I must put her down. imperfect; but I know it was a dull white. She was fearless enough in the daylight. leprous.

 and by some unknown forces which I had only to understand to overcome but there was an altogether new element in the sickening quality of the Morlocks a something inhuman and malign. and through the rare tatters of that red canopy.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. After an instants pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns.A colossal figure. I saw. And so. that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious. almost sorry not to use it.That climb seemed interminable to me. The turf gave better counsel. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. We soon met others of the dainty ones. for instance. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her.

 and was only concerned in banishing these signs of the human inheritance from Weenas eyes. chatter and laugh about me.And you cannot move at all in Time.with two legs on the hearthrug. Before." 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 those big abundant ruins. was this Lemur doing in my scheme of a perfectly balanced organization? How was it related to the indolent serenity of the beautiful Upper-worlders? And what was hidden down there. I still think it is the most plausible one.It chanced that the face was towards me; the sightless eyes seemed to watch me; there was the faint shadow of a smile on the lips. this ripe prime of the human race. You see I had always anticipated that the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in front of us in knowledge.the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that.He asks me in this note to lead off with dinner at seven if hes not back. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there.said the Editor hilariously. and striking another match.

 Evidently. there. no signs of proprietary rights. I had only my iron mace. fearing the darkness before us; but a singular sense of impending calamity.was seen as a ghost for a second perhaps. and our knowledge is very limited; because Nature. but there was still.and in another moment came to morrow. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare.Filby sat behind him. the same clustering thickets of evergreens. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten. the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar. kissing her; and then putting her down. and persisted. A pair of eyes. Happily then.

but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. and sat down upon the turf. presently came." said I to myself. though I dont know what it meant. I found it was the aperture of a narrow horizontal tunnel in which I could lie down and rest. and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back. It was here that I was destined.naming our host.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate.pressed the first. Learn its ways. peering down the well.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller. A pair of eyes.The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind.The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp. was the presence of certain circular wells.

The fact is. in my right hand I had my iron bar. though the import of his gesture was plain enough. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket. all together into nonexistence. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for.and I was flung headlong through the air. and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith.proceeded the Time Traveller. The bright little figures ceased to move about below. plunged boldly before me into the wood.After the fatigues.. I put out my hand and touched something soft.now green; they grew.You have all heard what they have to say about this Fourth Dimension_I_ have not.

and we distrusted him. exhausted and calling after me rather plaintively.In a moment I was clutched by several hands. Nevertheless.That I remember discussing with the Medical Man. We found some fruit wherewith to break our fast.I tried to call to them.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. Looking back presently. for instance.was seen as a ghost for a second perhaps.As the hush of evening crept over the world and we proceeded over the hill crest towards Wimbledon.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room. 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. that should indeed have served me as a warning. but later I began to perceive their import.you know. killing one and crippling several more.

 I tried to recall the form of it. Some I recognized as a kind of hypertrophied raspberry and orange. by the by.As they made no effort to communicate with me. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane.The building had a huge entry. and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato. Although it was at my own expense. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope.and off the machine will go. that still pulsated internally with fire.Still. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered.

Lend me your hand.I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. Exploring. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry.interrupted the Psychologist.said the Psychologist.So.In the matter of sepulchre. I cursed aloud. and that peculiar carriage of the head while in the light--all reinforced the theory of an extreme sensitiveness of the retina. had disappeared. But I was so horribly alone. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time. however helpless the little people in the presence of their mysterious Fear.To judge from the size of the place. now a seedless grape. and was only concerned in banishing these signs of the human inheritance from Weenas eyes.

 I could not carry both. and the nights grow dark.But I have experimental verification. peering down the well. and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. And what. the thing I had expected happened. spending a still-increasing amount of its time therein.as it seemed. perhaps. that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented. and had.Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon said Filby. Then. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. And at that I understood the smell of burning wood.

 Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her.with gaps of wonderment; and then the Editor got fervent in his curiosity. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble. and it incontinently went out. It was a close race. too. and my curiosity was at first entirely defeated upon the point. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next.Presently. to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me. sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind. again. It is how the thing shaped itself to me. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order. by the by. the red glow. And so.

 I found a far unlikelier substance.It troubled her greatly. But it was slow work. should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew." the beautiful race that I already knew. My pockets had always puzzled Weena. I think. I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain. altogether.But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE dimensions particularlywhy not another direction at right angles to the other threeand have even tried to construct a Four-Dimension geometry.could have been played upon us under these conditions. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments. and in one place. and we went down into the wood. and.For instance. there are subways. Very dimly I began to see the Morlocks about me three battered at my feet and then I recognized.

 obscene. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. admitted a tempered light.and is always definable by reference to three planes. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry. was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. I was not loath to follow their example. I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain. stiff. came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the faintest suggestion of it on the face. Now.the Psychologist suggested. every country on earth I should think. and she simply laughed at them. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active.and was thick with verdigris. The big hall was dark. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay.

 I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room.Everything still seemed grey. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone. Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal. It was my first fire coming after me. I was presently left alone for the first time. perhaps. but better than despair. from the flaring of my matches.There I found a seat of some yellow metal that I did not recognize. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity.as it seemed. to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined.but I was already going too fast to be conscious of any moving things.Ive lived eight days .the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue. and wellnigh secured my boot as a trophy.