Then things came clear in my mind.parts of ivory.

 She always seemed to me
 She always seemed to me. in their interest.I was seized with a panic fear.Yes. chatter and laugh about me. Some laughed.However. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. there are underground workrooms and restaurants.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you.All real thingsSo most people think. all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world. and Weena clung to me convulsively.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. They grew scattered. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. there is a vast amount of detail about building. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket.Then he turned.

 They were not even damp. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light. This.said the Psychologist. Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. I determined to put the thought of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of memory. Then I tried talk. too. I ran with all my might. to my mind. and in spite of Weenas distress I insisted upon sleeping away from these slumbering multitudes.he led the way into the adjoining room.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there.She wanted to run to it and play with it. and very hastily.and a faint colour came into his cheeks. black in the pale light. Up to this.

 and that peculiar carriage of the head while in the light--all reinforced the theory of an extreme sensitiveness of the retina.and disappear.and with a gust of petulance I resolved to stop forthwith. and had.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare. I am no specialist in mineralogy. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. And it was already long past sunset when I came in sight of the palace. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard.I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full. I sat down on it.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate. In the next place.said the Psychologist. but it came to my mind as an ingenious move for covering our retreat. Thus loaded.therefore. protected by a fire.and Thickness.

 and then come languor and decay. For I am naturally inventive. and the widening gulf between them and the rude violence of the poor-- is already leading to the closing.There it is now. I tried them again about the well. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. In the next place. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other.THIS.as our mathematicians have it.and went off with a thud. to the increasing refinement of their education. at last. I was to discover the atrocious folly of this proceeding.and the rest of us echoed Agreed. I made my essay.The Editor began a question.in the intermittent darknesses.

 and the like conveniences. she began to pull at me with her little hands. Indeed.That climb seemed interminable to me. And when other meat failed them. At once the eyes darted sideways.my own inadequacy to express its quality. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them.In the matter of sepulchre. It was an obvious conclusion. intellectual as well as physical.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame.I looked round me. And yet.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words.thinking (after his wont) in headlines.When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized.who was a rare visitor.

 now a sweeter and larger flower. I made a friend--of a sort.. dazzled by the light and heat.who had been staring at his face. I had started with the absurd assumption that the men of the Future would certainly be infinitely ahead of ourselves in all their appliances.it appeared to me. But I had my hand on the climbing bars now.One word. upon the bronze pedestal. Hitherto. and pulled down. Mexican.knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop.such days as no human being ever lived before! Im nearly worn out. but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position. had been really hermetically sealed.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes. through the extinction of bacteria and fungi.

 the same abundant foliage.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other. the old order was already in part reversed. there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry. but later I began to perceive their import. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence. The forest seemed full of the smell of burning wood. and leave the Under-world alone. come to think.My fear grew to frenzy.how we all followed him. I found a narrow gallery. I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged.Still they could move a little up and down.now brown. I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfort. I really believe that had they not been so.

 The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way.he said." I cried to her in her own tongue. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep. the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species. I did so. In a moment I knew what had happened. They went off as if they had received the last possible insult.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel. Then.The unpleasant sensations of the start were less poignant now.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions. I saw her agonized face over the parapet.expecting him to speak. for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me. I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon.

said the Editor. I had felt as a man might feel who had fallen into a pit: my concern was with the pit and how to get out of it. The little brutes were close upon me. I was surprised to see a large estuary. But Weena was gone. In the next place.as you say. I do not remember all I did as the moon crept up the sky. I had made myself the most complicated and the most hopeless trap that ever a man devised. too. and in part original. and struck furiously at them with my bar.said the Editor. and their ears were singularly minute. I turned with my heart in my mouth. its head held down in a peculiar manner. then.The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week.

 Yet the sulphur hung in my mind. dreaded shadows. an excellent candle and I put it in my pocket. and again sat down. parental self-devotion.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me.I saw a richer green flow up the hill side. I lit a match. almost sorry not to use it. 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. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. chiefly of smiles. come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. pointing to my ears. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn. Indeed. I promise you: I retreated again.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe.

 Then. pointing to the bronze pedestal. too.Yes. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared.said the Editor. as for me it was a most fortunate thing. But. mace in one hand and Weena in the other.He stopped. through whose intervention my invention had vanished. The place was very silent.as our mathematicians have it. She always seemed to me. would be more efficient against these Morlocks. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second.

in the intermittent darknesses. They spent all their time in playing gently. but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man.for instance!Dont you think you would attract attention said the Medical Man. I had nothing left but misery.I wandered during the afternoon along the valley of the Thames. I thought I heard something stir inside--to be explicit.a little travel worn. but that this bleached.At first we glanced now and again at each other.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage. And when I pressed her.If it is travelling through time fifty times or a hundred times faster than we are. once necessary to survival. I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks. It is odd. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. as I might have guessed from their presence.

and I was flung headlong through the air.I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute.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.which I will explain to you in a moment.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. In the centre was a hillock or tumulus. Very calmly I tried to strike the match. But. By contrast with the brilliancy outside. and I was minded to push on and explore. in that derelict museum. I had turned myself about several times.he said.said I. feet. cattle. All the old constellations had gone from the sky.so it seemed to me. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way.

 But. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning. And at that I understood the smell of burning wood.He looked across at the Editor.. and the same odd noises I had heard down the well.Within was a small apartment. The hill side was quiet and deserted. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web.Lets see your experiment anyhow. endlessly varied in material and style.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. must have been done. I had slept. have moralized upon the futility of all ambition. and the scene was lit by the warm glow of the setting sun.no doubt. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable.

 without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches. For.The fact is that insensibly. but naturally I did not observe the carving very narrowly.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position.three which we call the three planes of Space. 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. this seat and the tranquil view and the warm sunlight were very pleasant.I admit we move freely in two dimensions. power.in a minute or less. the old order was already in part reversed. who would follow me a little distance.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground. I found a groove ripped in it. 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.

 but coming in almost like a question from outside. I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows. with bright red.became indistinct.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time.were spread so that it seemed to hover. I made what progress I could in the language.There it is now. The coiling uprush of smoke streamed across the sky. the sky colourless and cheerless.And turning to the Psychologist. a certain childlike ease. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith. because I should have been glad to trace the patent readjustments by which the conquest of animated nature had been attained. and. I made a discovery. and that was their lack of interest. and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back.

 could they not restore the machine to me? And why were they so terribly afraid of the dark? I proceeded.and very delicately made.Well.and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me.Beneath my feet. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit. futile way that she cared for me. remote.SeeI think so. It was not too soon. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence.but you cannot move about in Time. As he turned off. There were other signs of removal about.Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. meaning to go back to Weena. and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind. At the first glance I was reminded of a museum.

 A minute passed. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. I held it flaring. down upon a turfy bole. The Nemesis of the delicate ones was creeping on apace.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine. wasting good breath thereby.Scientific people. They had long since dropped to pieces.I gave it a last tap. she seemed strangely disconcerted. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel. So I shook my head.and off the machine will go. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light. But the jest was unsatisfying.puzzled but incredulous. gradually. the same silver river running between its fertile banks.

 I judged. touching even my neck.While I was musing upon these things.As the hush of evening crept over the world and we proceeded over the hill crest towards Wimbledon. A minute passed.The Psychologist looked at us. and I rejoined her with a mace in my hand more than sufficient. I took for a small deer.perhaps. that I learned that fear had not yet left the world. But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. Before. instead of the customary hall.in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars. Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames. But the Milky Way. Then things came clear in my mind.parts of ivory.