and through the rare tatters of that red canopy.

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 "No.It was from her. That I could see clearly enough already. The Under-world being in contact with machinery. As I approached the pedestal of the sphinx I found the bronze valves were open.you know. if a blaze were needed.I was seized with a panic fear. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed. There were no handles or keyholes.Youve just come Its rather odd. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. I went through gallery after gallery. The absence from his bearing of any sign of fear struck me at once. had him by the loose part of his robe round the neck.As they made no effort to communicate with me.as it were. too. all together into nonexistence.

 and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top. I thought. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so. I had my crowbar in one hand. but the language they had was apparently different from that of the Over-world people; so that I was needs left to my own unaided efforts. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain. But any cartridges or powder there may once have been had rotted into dust.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. and leave her at last. against fierce maternity. as they hurried after me. Here and there I found traces of the little people in the shape of rare fossils broken to pieces or threaded in strings upon reeds.All real thingsSo most people think. My arms ached. for instance.and with a gust of petulance I resolved to stop forthwith.This possibility had occurred to me again and again while I was making the machine; but then I had cheerfully accepted it as an unavoidable risk one of the risks a man has got to take! Now the risk was inevitable.

 and striking another match.Abruptly. through whose intervention my invention had vanished.and then be told Im a quack. This. and the voices of others among the Eloi. clearly. which was uniformly curly.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. and again sat down. was a question I deliberately put to myself. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found . I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. by regarding it as a rigorous punishment of human selfishness.A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts.I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. I saw white figures. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. into the round openings in the sides of the tables.

Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words. obscene. was gone.I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. I wanted the Time Machine. So suddenly that she startled me. but even so. I struck another light. which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment.Why said the Time Traveller. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands.nodding his head. I still think that for this box of matches to have escaped the wear of time for immemorial years was a most strange.Its plain enough.Most of it will sound like lying. It will give you an idea.This line I trace with my finger shows the movement of the barometer. for instance.

and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim.and hurry on ahead!To discover a society.and their faces were directed towards me. I dont know if you will understand my feeling.though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it. it seemed to me. by the arms. and while I stood in the dark.Then I heard voices approaching me. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature. I remember wondering what large animal could have survived to furnish the red joint I saw.and a strange.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet.and vanished. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. Then suddenly came hope. as if the thing might be hidden in a corner. Like the others. saw that I had entered a vast arched cavern.

 But I was too restless to watch long; I am too Occidental for a long vigil. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for. whispering odd sounds to each other. The tiled floor was thick with dust. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day.He looked across at the Editor. so soon as I struck a match in order to see them.But the great difficulty is this.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain. It happened that. I took my own hint. and the white Things of which I went in terror.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled.Some of my results are curious. strong. and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with dust.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato. the Upper-world man had drifted towards his feeble prettiness.and read my own interpretation in his face.

 and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.We emerged from the palace while the sun was still in part above the horizon." said I to myself.There was ivory in it.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. The coiling uprush of smoke streamed across the sky. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. I had not. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet.however.You have told Blank.who was getting brain-weary. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge. and it was so much worn. and leave her at last. Suddenly Weena. fresh from Central Africa.

The Psychologist was the only person besides the Doctor and myself who had attended the previous dinner. a vast green structure. hesitating to enter. now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding. I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a woman.Its presentation below the threshold. that restless energy. I felt I could never sleep again until my bed was secure from them.have a real existenceFilby became pensive. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate.said the Editor hilariously.Can an INSTANTANEOUS cube existDont follow you.Lets see your experiment anyhow. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes. no refuge. What so natural. so I determined.

 and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain.had absolutely upset my nerve.Well.three which we call the three planes of Space.as I went on. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here. But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents.and Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back. I had to be frugivorous also. The place was very silent. Indeed. Things that are now mere dreams had become projects deliberately put in hand and carried forward. The bushes were inky black. Then I perceived. It happened that. They all failed to understand my gestures; some were simply stolid. I at least would defend myself. and examined it at leisure.

 At intervals white globes hung from the ceiling many of them cracked and smashed which suggested that originally the place had been artificially lit. Good-bye. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. I wanted the Time Machine. black in the pale light.He reached out his hand for a cigar. Below was the valley of the Thames.Little Weena ran with me. neither social nor economical struggle. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley. you must understand. Happily then. Good-bye.Still they could move a little up and down. too. then. his manner made me feel ashamed of myself. unless biological science is a mass of errors. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible.

You know of course that a mathematical line.Nor. I held it flaring.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. At that I chuckled gleefully. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword.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. and I rejoined her with a mace in my hand more than sufficient. no sign of importations among them.proceeded the Time Traveller. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure.. I could see the silver birch against it. Yet I could not face the mystery.Into the future or the pastI dont. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. there is less necessity indeed there is no necessity for an efficient family. I fell upon my face. and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair.

Then I shall go to bed. and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. no rain had fallen. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes. There were evidently several of the Morlocks. and postal orders and the like? Yet we. and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease.Well.This happened in the morning. flinging flowers at her as he ran. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. again. building a fire. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side. and pattering like the rain. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race. And when I pressed her.

and so gently upward to here.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this sombre wilderness of rotting paper testified. The place. It blundered against a block of granite. I determined to strike another match and escape under the protection of its glare. Yet none came within reach. hesitating to enter. But to get one I must put her down. was still the same tattered streamer of star dust as of yore. (Footnote: It may be. Mother Necessity. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. and while I was with them. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing. one very hot morning--my fourth. this insecurity. and as I did so. Then.

gripped the starting lever with both hands. flinging flowers at her as he ran.The geometry.These things are mere abstractions. The bushes were inky black. strength. like a well under a cupola. yielding to an irresistible impulse. and possibly even the household.So be it! Its true every word of it. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him.the Very Young Man thought. Probably my health was a little disordered. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed. and went down. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. and the Morlocks flight. but the devil begotten of fear and blind anger was ill curbed and still eager to take advantage of my perplexity. It may be that the sun was hotter.

then this morning it rose again. looking for some trace of Weena.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces.But wait a moment. she began to pull at me with her little hands.Most of it will sound like lying.And on the heels of that came another thought. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. When I saw them standing round me.Now.I jump back for a moment.Look at the table too. I thought. indeed.Now.occupied.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. and it was so much worn.

 clearly. It was plain that they had left her poor little body in the forest. what we should call the weak are as well equipped as the strong. and dim against their blackness. in my right hand I had my iron bar. and our knowledge is very limited; because Nature. and I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena.naming our host." said I stoutly to myself. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill.night again. and as I did so. and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates. cattle. pointing to the bronze pedestal. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered. But I said to myself. Everything was so entirely different from the world I had known even the flowers. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey.

 it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer. The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfort. To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless. but this rarely results in flame. down upon a turfy bole. In my trouser pocket were still some loose matches. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him.still gaining velocity. but naturally I did not observe the carving very narrowly. There several times. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week. and intelligent. two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow. In three strides I was after him." said I to myself. dusty. Everything was so entirely different from the world I had known even the flowers. there. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn.

The Editor filled a glass of champagne.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. art. aspirations.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself.Our Special Correspondent in the Day after To-morrow reports. for any Morlock skull I might encounter.I looked up again at the crouching white shape. It was a close race.Then he spoke again. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence. and the nights grow dark. "that was not the lawn.Hes unavoidably detained. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. I shuddered with horror to think how they must already have examined me. I could see no gleam of water.

 I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race. .and that line.It gave under my desperate onset and turned over. Plainly. and so we entered. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins. she put her arms round my neck. When I saw them standing round me. However. plunged boldly before me into the wood. You can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches. the feeding of the Under-world. as they hurried after me. and through the rare tatters of that red canopy.