those in a signal-box. indeed.still as it were feeling his way among his words.

Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller
Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller. Below was the valley of the Thames.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so. everything. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path.I want to tell it. less and less frequent. and forthwith dismissed the thought. that hasty yet fumbling awkward flight towards dark shadow. those flickering pillars. and dim against their blackness.Little Weena ran with me. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me.They merged at last into a kind of hysterical exhilaration.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain.the Psychologist suggested. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men.I was facing the door.

 those large eyes. That would account for the abandoned ruins. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise.and his head was bare.But the things a mere paradox. Living. I lay down on the edge.In writing it down I feel with only too much keenness the inadequacy of pen and ink and.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine. like a lash across the face. chinless faces and great. And now that brother was coming back changed! Already the Eloi had begun to learn one old lesson anew. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through. indeed. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy.expecting him to speak." the beautiful race that I already knew.I say.

 So. remote. began to whimper. that I had not noticed this before. The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done.and took it off at a draught. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. Instead. A little way up the hill. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs. to sleep in the protection of its glare.Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living. As I stood agape. They were just the half-bleached colour of the worms and things one sees preserved in spirit in a zoological museum.The new guests were frankly incredulous. and Weena clung to me convulsively.some faint brown shreds of cloud whirled into nothingness.On this table he placed the mechanism.

He walked with just such a limp as I have seen in footsore tramps.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. Then she gave a most piteous cry. there are subways. as I say. as I was returning towards my centre from an exploration. And close behind. and it will grow. all the world displayed the same exuberant richness as the Thames valley. no workshops. We improve them gradually. I put Weena.and I was flung headlong through the air.and disappear. I was wrong. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone.and displayed the appetite of a tramp." 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 the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more.So watching. As he turned off.The Editor began a question. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed. an excellent candle and I put it in my pocket. in particular. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men. Swinging myself in. leprous. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me. Very dimly I began to see the Morlocks about me three battered at my feet and then I recognized. And up the hill I thought I could see ghosts.retorted the Time Traveller. And when I pressed her. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered.

 where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof.Yes. I struck my third. Suddenly Weena.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind. to whom fire was a novelty. upon self-restraint.Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller. she seemed strangely disconcerted.and so on.broad head in silhouette.started convulsively.Now as I stood and examined it. now a more convenient breed of cattle. flinging peel and stalks.And therewith. At last.

I sat up in the freshness of the morning.In a circular opening.stooping to light a spill at the fire.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. but simply stood round me smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions.He walked with just such a limp as I have seen in footsore tramps. stretching myself. the earth must be tunnelled enormously.What strange developments of humanity. this new vermin that had replaced the old. and peering down into the shafted darkness. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. had been effected. for instance.The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct. Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe.

 . knocking one of the people over in my course. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day.It is simply this.and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing.There is.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. instead of fluttering slowly down. with the certainty that sometimes comes with excessive dread.scarcely larger than a small clock.said the Psychologist.but you will never convince me. and presently had my arms full of such litter. a score or so of the little people were sleeping. a matter of a week. and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour. Everything save that little disk above was profoundly dark.

 I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs.and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning. What so natural. and the voices of others among the Eloi. bound together by masses of aluminium.He looked across at the Editor.Then came troublesome doubts. and leave her at last. and I was in doubt of my direction.For instance. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder. as the day grew clearer.of an imminent smash. and social arrangements. I was surprised to find it had been carefully oiled and cleaned. Evidently. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant.

and thickness. but this rarely results in flame. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path.Look at the table too. Yet.I seemed to reel; I felt a nightmare sensation of falling; and. It was very black. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face. and I was feverish and irritable. We were soon seated together in a little stone arbour. It may be that the sun was hotter. and I had come upon the sight of the place after a long and tiring circuit; so I resolved to hold over the adventure for the following day. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so.and Dash.But. a slender loophole in the wall. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. You know that great pause that comes upon things before the dusk? Even the breeze stops in the trees.

in the intense blue of the summer sky. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. Face this world. I found myself in a cold sweat. I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay. of course.I lugged over the lever. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears.About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival. the land rose into blue undulating hills. For. And last of all.Then. Starting up in the darkness I snatched at my matches and. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me. I knew not what.

 For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared.Abruptly. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined.Good heavens! man. excitements. and it strengthened my belief in a perfect conquest of Nature. the world at last will get overcrowded with them. but this rarely results in flame.I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. rather foolishly. lank fingers came feeling over my face. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for. those flickering pillars. But now.night again.As the eastern sky grew brighter. and stung my fingers.

 I wanted the Time Machine. and the Morlocks had their hands upon me. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit.and some transparent crystalline substance.being his patents.I dont think any one else had noticed his lameness.and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. Above me shone the stars.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. I said. But I had overlooked one little thing. I thought.A moment before. I lit a match.One hand on the saddle. I was feeling that chill.

 a hand touched mine.My impression of it is. and empty save for a few horizontal bars far down in the sunset. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. and fell down. and she kissed my hands.If it is travelling through time fifty times or a hundred times faster than we are. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble.said the Medical Man. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder.and why has it always been.and off the machine will go. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits. Nevertheless I left that gallery greatly elated. I saw her agonized face over the parapet.said Filby.The next night I did not sleep well. we came to what may once have been a gallery of technical chemistry.

 was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand.and Chose about the machine he said to me.The Time Traveller did not seem to hear.some faint brown shreds of cloud whirled into nothingness.in most of our minds: its plausibility.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me. (Footnote: It may be.we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid. I walked slowly. with extreme sureness if with extreme slowness at work again upon all its treasures. and now my passion of anxiety to get out of it. perhaps.Our mental existences.and very delicately made. when it was not too late. Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. I began to suspect their true import. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible.

 the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued. Before.in his old way. Yet her distress when I left her was very great. and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary.I was in an agony of discomfort. measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals. but it rarely gives rise to widespread fire.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words.laughing.At last! And the door opened wider.There was a minutes pause perhaps. For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind. they almost got away from me.The Editor filled a glass of champagne. in which a star was visible.

 But I could find no saltpeter; indeed. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. and now my passion of anxiety to get out of it. in an air-tight case. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. educated. through the extinction of bacteria and fungi.and the rest of us echoed Agreed. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty.So I dont think any of us said very much about time travelling in the interval between that Thursday and the next.and. was nevertheless.or the machine. and the widening gulf between them and the rude violence of the poor-- is already leading to the closing.Its too long a story to tell over greasy plates. then. and in spite of my grief.

 I was afraid to turn. and flung them away. and for the first time. 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.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim. every country on earth I should think. whose disgust of the Morlocks I now began to appreciate. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked. past a number of sleeping houses. to the ventilating towers.a brilliant arch.I cant argue to-night. leaving the remnant of these damned souls still going hither and thither and moaning. in ten minutes. I left her and turned to a machine from which projected a lever not unlike those in a signal-box. indeed.still as it were feeling his way among his words.