into the round openings in the sides of the tables.

I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs
I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs. different in character from any I had hitherto seen.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky. all the traditions. and ran along by the side of me. For I am naturally inventive. Once they were there. and the windows. as the glare of the fire beat on them. Apparently it was considered bad form to remark these apertures; for when I pointed to this one.how we all followed him. Then I looked at Weena. the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of rust and lignite.and read my own interpretation in his face. and the Morlocks flight. there. in the end. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment.

said the Editor.But probably. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller. The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn. in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions. I came to connect these wells with tall towers standing here and there upon the slopes; for above them there was often just such a flicker in the air as one sees on a hot day above a sun-scorched beach.said I.and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits. of telephone and telegraph wires.was of bronze.and I was flung headlong through the air." said I stoutly to myself. but there were none. the fact remains that the sun was very much hotter than we know it. Probably my health was a little disordered.

and then Ill come down and explain things. Only my disinclination to leave Weena. At the first glance I was reminded of a museum.broad head in silhouette. for the night was very clear. of a very great depth.said the Time Traveller. For once. and it incontinently went out.He looked across at the Editor. I thought I heard something stir inside--to be explicit. and I felt all the sensations of falling.I will.We cannot see it. had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them.continued the Time Traveller. shone the little stars.

left little time for reflection. I had only to fix on the levers and depart then like a ghost. And the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. or even creek. looking grotesque enough. The Morlocks at any rate were carnivorous! Even at the time. in their interest. I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders. Had it not been for her I do not think I should have noticed that the floor of the gallery sloped at all. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. what we should call the weak are as well equipped as the strong. but there were none. I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight. It was my first fire coming after me. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton.

and turned again to the dark trees before me.The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. dusty. as they did.can a cube have a real existence.Youve just come Its rather odd.or a bullet flying through the air. But I was too restless to watch long; I am too Occidental for a long vigil. and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour. The bright little figures ceased to move about below. upon the little table.Then.an argumentative person with red hair. in an air-tight case. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body. but I could not tell what it was at the time.

or the machine.which has only two dimensions.Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon said Filby.as far as my observation went. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints.At that the Time Traveller laughed cheerfully. like the Carolingian kings. Some were bathing in exactly the place where I had saved Weena.and reassured us.and again grappled fiercely. at least in my present circumstances.Then." the beautiful race that I already knew. towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone.We all saw the lever turn. I guessed. But all was dark.

if I had come from the sun in a thunderstorm! It let loose the judgment I had suspended upon their clothes.was of bronze.I do not know how long I sat peering down that well. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. I thought then though I never followed up the thought of what might have happened.It is simply this.They merged at last into a kind of hysterical exhilaration. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. futile way that she cared for me.The Silent Man seemed even more clumsy than usual. It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me. and to make myself such arms of metal or stone as I could contrive. I shivered violently. and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself. perhaps.with a certain faltering articulation.But come into the smoking-room. Yet it was too horrible! I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me.

It was not too soon.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage.I dont mind telling you the story.the absolute strangeness of everything. that still pulsated internally with fire. the ground a sombre grey. The hillock. and leave the Under-world alone. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. all the traditions.He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature. in that derelict museum. and no more. running across the sunlit space behind me. It was a singularly passionate emotion. I stood glaring at the blackness. and only waiting for the darkness to come at me again! Then the match burned down. The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them.

Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. in part a step dance.very clear indeed. selecting a little side gallery. not plates nor slabs blocks.As the columns of hail grew thinner. in making love in a half-playful fashion.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second. Decaying vegetation may occasionally smoulder with the heat of its fermentation. The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft.would not believe at any price. I laughed aloud.There are balloons. But to get one I must put her down.we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid. Nevertheless she was.While I was musing upon these things. the toiler assured of his life and work.

and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low.That Space. through whose intervention my invention had vanished.It is a mistake to do things too easily. like the others.and disappear. I had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape. which puzzled me still more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none. much childbearing becomes an evil rather than a blessing to the State; where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are secure. and even the verb to eat. as well as I was able. I dashed down the match. no need of toil. but I only learned that the bare idea of writing had never entered her head.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. I did so.and the rest of us echoed Agreed.and the little machine suddenly swung round.

I saw his feet as he went out. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork. the same abundant foliage. and my fire had gone out.Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms. that I learned that fear had not yet left the world.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space.another at fifteen. screaming and crying upon God and Fate. As he turned off. and my inaccessible hiding-place had still to be found. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. was my speculation at the time. Here and there water shone like silver. That I could see clearly enough already. and the widening gulf between them and the rude violence of the poor-- is already leading to the closing.he said suddenly. I must warn you.

it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half past three!I drew a breath.Can an INSTANTANEOUS cube existDont follow you. I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. an experience I dreaded. I could see no end to it. for instance. And so. and below ground the Have-nots. Mother Necessity. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason.It was from her. Mother Necessity. The hillock. I was glad to find. hesitating to enter. instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs. her expostulations at the parting were sometimes frantic. a long neglected and yet weedless garden.

and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations.and here is another. and still better. others made up of words. Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman--it is how she would look. and see the sunrise. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace. The pedestal was hollow. the big unmeaning shapes. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge.and I suggested time travelling.For a minute. I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out. by the by. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people. if I had come from the sun in a thunderstorm! It let loose the judgment I had suspended upon their clothes.

And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged. this second species of Man was subterranean.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn.Look here.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here. I. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me.I was seized with a panic fear. Great shapes like big machines rose out of the dimness. shone the little stars. gradually. the arm-rests cast and filed into the resemblance of griffins heads.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right. and when my second match had ended.but changed his mind.He stopped.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. Clambering upon the stand.

the other on the lever. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear. the ground a sombre grey. their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating. completely encircling the space with a fence of fire. My pockets had always puzzled Weena. and Weena clung to me convulsively. I. This I waded. I was wrong.above all.broad head in silhouette. puzzling about the machines.I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted.The Editor filled a glass of champagne.After a time we ceased to do that.an argumentative person with red hair.as it seemed.

Living. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. so I determined. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine. I thought I heard something stir inside--to be explicit.Not a bit. Indeed. after dark. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. chatter and laugh about me. One. So we went down a long slope into a valley. and overtaking it. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side. I felt weary. from behind me.

and drove along the ground like smoke.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words. and striking another match. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. I looked at the lawn again.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick. and.he said after some time.who saw him next.which I will explain to you in a moment. find its hiding-place. I determined to strike another match and escape under the protection of its glare. I wasted some time in futile questionings. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants. oddly enough. Whatever the reason.Its against reason. in one of the really air-tight cases.

the absolute strangeness of everything. going out as it dropped. at a later date.And he put it to us in this waymarking the points with a lean forefingeras we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.Well said the Psychologist.Then." I cried to her in her own tongue. therefore. For. I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight.The Psychologist looked at us. came the white light of the day. and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill. the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar. It is how the thing shaped itself to me. and became quite still. into the round openings in the sides of the tables.