of Four Dimensions for some time. with a sudden shiver.

 Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs
 Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs. the machine had only been taken away.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet.Then. It occurred to me even then. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift.There I object. Yet I could think of no other. touching even my neck.if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space. I dashed down the match.if you like. several. I guessed. in an incessant stream.He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature.a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter. and I was thinking of these figures all the morning. all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world.

 And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me.At first. bronze doors. The absence from his bearing of any sign of fear struck me at once. and dim against their blackness. by the by. I could see no end to it.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. their lack of intelligence. mace in one hand and Weena in the other.with an air of impartiality. and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. and most of them. I was caught by the neck. I laughed at that. and fragile features. as well as I was able.As they made no effort to communicate with me.

 One thing was clear enough to my mind. However. Only my disinclination to leave Weena. must have been done.But come into the smoking-room. which had flashed before me. Now. on the third day of my visit. I found myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described. But Weena was gone.But before the balloons. leprous. abstract terms.We cannot see it. educated. I found another short gallery running transversely to the first. the old order was already in part reversed. I put out my hand and touched something soft. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light.

breadth. But Weena was gone. this new vermin that had replaced the old. put his hand into his pocket. But I pointed out the distant pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain to her.and incontinently the thing went reeling over. I think. came the possibility of losing my own age.and he winked at me solemnly. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor. A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind. a certain childlike ease. It may seem strange. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human. and. I never felt such a disappointment as I did in waiting five. I fancied that if I could solve their puzzles I should find myself in possession of powers that might be of use against the Morlocks. It was evidently the derelict remains of some vast structure.

it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. and.leave it to accumulate at interest. and in spite of her struggles.he said: Now I want you clearly to understand that this lever.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble. not plates nor slabs blocks.Most of it will sound like lying.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. traffic. And then I thought once more of the meat that I had seen. Suddenly Weena. had become disjointed. and then there came a horrible realization. With that refuge as a base.

 came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be. I saw the wild folly of my frenzy overnight.The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp. If each generation die and leave ghosts. No doubt I dozed at times. not plates nor slabs blocks. or had already arrived at. I struck another light. deserted in the central aisle." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head.with a slight accession of cheerfulness. and she kissed my hands. But the fruits were very delightful; one. and I could reason with myself.dumb confusedness descended on my mind. a long neglected and yet weedless garden.At that I stopped short before them. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable..

 and the voices of others among the Eloi. So we rested and refreshed ourselves.and we heard his slippers shuffling down the long passage to his laboratory. I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might be that the Morlocks did under the new moon. or only with its forearms held very low. silky material. and we went down into the wood.Easier. not plates nor slabs blocks. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight.Then.Thats a simple point of psychology.continued the Time Traveller. oddly enough.We were all on the alert. all together into nonexistence. and ran along by the side of me.Then the Time Traveller put forth his finger towards the lever.said I.

 one very hot morning--my fourth. I threw my iron bar away. Humanity had been strong.Here is a popular scientific diagram. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark. and I shivered with the chill of the night. but it came to my mind as an ingenious move for covering our retreat. a very great comfort. He gave a whoop of dismay.My dear sir.Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon said Filby. I am no specialist in mineralogy. and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium. as it seemed to me. One.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival. art. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn.

Coming through the bushes by the White Sphinx were the heads and shoulders of men running. desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit.I had to clamber down a shaft of perhaps two hundred yards. and striking another match.Little Weena ran with me.and that the sky was lightening with the promise of the Sun. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain. I have no doubt they found my second appearance strange enough.and I drew this forward so as to be almost between the Time Traveller and the fireplace.to show that he was not unhinged. and my fire had gone out." said I stoutly to myself.Now. But I was too restless to watch long; I am too Occidental for a long vigil.whats the matter cried the Medical Man.dumb confusedness descended on my mind. The clinging hands slipped from me. the machine could not have moved in time. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me.

as the idea came home to him.began Filby.I took my hands from the machine. and. However great their intellectual degradation. Then.said the Time Traveller. and I was feverish and irritable.and incontinently the thing went reeling over.which one may call Length. yellow and gibbous. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. Mexican.behind his lucid frankness.This adjustment. For. put his hand into his pocket. If they mean to take your machine away.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note.

 My breath came with pain. I was glad to find. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. and in spite of her struggles. had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable. and overtaking it.Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller. For all I knew. In my excitement I fancied that they would receive my invasion of their burrows as a declaration of war.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other. was nevertheless. upon the little table. I banged with my fist at the bronze panels.It is a mistake to do things too easily. as I think I have said. and still fairly sound. The skull and the upper bones lay beside it in the thick dust. . I felt very weary after my exertion.

for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted. The thing took my imagination. it is more like the sorrow of a dream than an actual loss. Some I recognized as a kind of hypertrophied raspberry and orange. And so.faster and faster still. a slender loophole in the wall. it seemed to me that the little people avoided me. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. intellectual as well as physical.he said suddenly. but it was absolutely wrong.are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained. at my confident folly in leaving the machine.Here was the new view. as I stared about me.being pressed over.Scientific people.

 In this decadence. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light. The most were masses of rust. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me. I had in my possession a thing that was. But.here is one little white lever.and the little machine suddenly swung round. and done well; done indeed for all Time. the toiler assured of his life and work. One thing was clear enough to my mind. I saw the fact plainly enough. I wanted the Time Machine. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry. Learn its ways. that hasty yet fumbling awkward flight towards dark shadow. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs.and Chose about the machine he said to me. and one star after another came out.

 "that was not the lawn. I could not help myself.He smiled quietly. I had nothing left but misery.I was on what seemed to be a little lawn in a garden. But I was too restless to watch long; I am too Occidental for a long vigil. Thus loaded. no need of toil. with the certainty that sometimes comes with excessive dread.and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail stones. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers. The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time.As the eastern sky grew brighter. but many were of some new metal.The building had a huge entry. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there.

 they were still more visibly distressed and turned away. It is odd. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness. But Weena was gone. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations.I tried to call to them. and now my passion of anxiety to get out of it.Then Filby said he was damned. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man.The Editor raised objections. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next.without any wintry intermission.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time. their frail light limbs. I think.My fear grew to frenzy. After all. patience.

 and again sat down. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. and then.and showed you the actual thing itself. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers.It may seem odd to you.he said. Night was creeping upon us. too. and as that I give it to you. Here was the same beautiful scene.you cannot get away from the present moment.and sat down. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves.some ingenuity in ambush. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change.whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean. too.

 .and vanished. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration.But my mind was too confused to attend to it.said Filby. lank fingers came feeling over my face. fresh from Central Africa. and through the rare tatters of that red canopy. Let me put my difficulties. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human. It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round.I may have been stunned for a moment. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. her face white and starlike under the stars.

 I went slowly along. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered.but changed his mind. Possibly they had lived on rats and such like vermin. The darkness presently fell from my eyes. with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine.There is. these people of the future were alike. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field. This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire. of telephone and telegraph wires. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs. I do not remember all I did as the moon crept up the sky. Once. "Where is my Time Machine?" I began. And when other meat failed them.The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. It was the darkness of the new moon.

 that evident confusion in the sunshine.the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue. They were mere creatures of the half light.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out.You may imagine how all my calm vanished. I put Weena. they would starve or be suffocated for arrears. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history.became indistinct. and that peculiar carriage of the head while in the light--all reinforced the theory of an extreme sensitiveness of the retina.Some of my results are curious.Badly. like the reflection of some colourless fire. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine. Whatever the reason. This. for instance.I do not mind telling you I have been at work upon this geometry of Four Dimensions for some time. with a sudden shiver.