fall back one by one into the parent body.Social triumphs.

After the fatigues
After the fatigues. It was. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes.and incontinently the thing went reeling over. and if they dont. This. And so.behind his lucid frankness.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces. 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. had vanished.Of course a solid body may exist.pass into future Time. But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception.But some foolish people have got hold of the wrong side of that idea. The thing took my imagination.Now as I stood and examined it.andDuration. and the Morlocks flight.

looking over his shoulder.The Psychologist was the only person besides the Doctor and myself who had attended the previous dinner. languages.and made a motion towards the wine. and in spite of my grief. proceeding from the problems of our own age. and it was so much worn. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. pointing to the bronze pedestal.Here is a popular scientific diagram. The place was very silent. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face. It was. and while I was with them. They went off as if they had received the last possible insult.here is a portrait of a man at eight years old. I saw her agonized face over the parapet. But I said to myself. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy.

 The attachment of the levers--I will show you the method later-- prevented any one from tampering with it in that way when they were removed. by the by. strong.The German scholars have improved Greek so much.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp.said the Medical Man.It was from her.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world. They were perfectly good. But. moving creature. But the day was growing late.He smiled quietly. Nevertheless. as I supposed.I saw his feet as he went out. What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing. I noted for the first time that almost all those who had surrounded me at first were gone. She was lying clutching my feet and quite motionless.

 as I stared about me.He can go up against gravitation in a balloon. and then. all the traditions. and upon these were heaps of fruits. She seemed scarcely to breathe.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller.After a time we ceased to do that.Then.At first I scarce thought of stopping. I had nothing left but misery. Indeed.said the Medical Man.He sat back in his chair at first. I had in my possession a thing that was. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure. and then come languor and decay. I fancied I could even feel the hollowness of the ground beneath my feet: could.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings.

 or some such figure. At one time the flames died down somewhat.and set it in front of the fire. NOW. I sat down to watch the place. However. I determined to descend and find where I could sleep. have moralized upon the futility of all ambition.It is only another way of looking at Time. The turf gave better counsel.can a cube have a real existence.said the Medical Man.became indistinct.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me. The tiled floor was thick with dust.whats the matter cried the Medical Man. and that was camphor.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. and done well; done indeed for all Time.

 "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone.The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other. And their end was the same.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked.said I.But. I laughed aloud.then day again. by an explosion among the specimens.The new guests were frankly incredulous. I hesitated.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet.I had to clamber down a shaft of perhaps two hundred yards. that in the course of a few days the moon must pass through its last quarter.The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man. I sat down on it. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race.if I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence: I become absent-minded. and decision.

 an excellent candle and I put it in my pocket.Look here. and no means of making a fire.This little affair. as I have said.I took Weenas hand. and for the first time. come to think.and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle. vanishing into dark gutters and tunnels.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare. savage survivals. I cannot account for it. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. I was surprised to see a large estuary.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know.The moon was setting.and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky.

I cant argue to-night. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. by the hair. but I felt restless and uncomfortable. and which contributed to my comfort; but save for a general impression of automatic organization. cattle. Darkness to her was the one thing dreadful.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time. I had to be frugivorous also. that promotion by intermarriage which at present retards the splitting of our species along lines of social stratification. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer.So watching. Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman--it is how she would look. and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing. That way lies monomania. I had first seen the place on a moist afternoon when distances are deceptively diminished.

 Apparently as time went on. I wasted some time in futile questionings. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day.pass into future Time. the balance being permanent. The shop.Abruptly.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented.and pushed it towards him. puzzling about the machines. and the same girlish rotundity of limb. clearly. I went eagerly to every unbroken case. including the last night of all. shaking the human rats from me. as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. the institution of the family. largely because of the mystery on the other side.

and why has it always been. and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. and deserted. There was scrub and long grass all about us. The bronze panels suddenly slid up and struck the frame with a clang. my temper got the better of me.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career.without any wintry intermission.The German scholars have improved Greek so much. The bronze panels suddenly slid up and struck the frame with a clang. who would follow me a little distance. One lay by the path up the hill. her expostulations at the parting were sometimes frantic. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man. it was rimmed with bronze. In that.

 It came into my head. but jumped up and ran on. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine.At first.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. For all I knew. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. and most of them. I could find no machinery.and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me. I and this fragile thing out of futurity. kissing her; and then putting her down.and hurry on ahead!To discover a society.Not a bit. The mouths were small. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side.His grey eyes shone and twinkled. was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. There was scrub and long grass all about us.

 In that. They had never impressed me as being very strong.We cannot see it. and dim against their blackness. They clutched at me more boldly. But any cartridges or powder there may once have been had rotted into dust.You can explain that. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs.and looked only at the Time Travellers face. proceeding from the problems of our own age. aspirations.which has only two dimensions. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. I had my crowbar in one hand. struck with a sudden idea. I thought of the great precessional cycle that the pole of the earth describes. I promise you: I retreated again. no nitrates of any kind. I struck my third.

 The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness. The tiled floor was thick with dust. for I was almost exhausted. It was very black. Then she gave a most piteous cry. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations. and began dragging him towards the sphinx.a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter.I saw a richer green flow up the hill side. early-morning feeling you may have known. bronze doors.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know. the big unmeaning shapes. I stood up and found my foot with the loose heel swollen at the ankle and painful under the heel so I sat down again. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons.Really this is what is meant by the Fourth Dimension. and even the verb to eat. It was a singularly passionate emotion. perhaps.

 Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. and put it about my neck.)It seemed to me that I had happened upon humanity upon the wane. I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth. every country on earth I should think. clearly. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither.and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. I now felt safe against being caught napping by the Morlocks.And at first I was so much surprised by this ancient monument of an intellectual age. had become disjointed. and as that I give it to you.My impression of it is. protected by a fire. shining. but that this bleached. But the problems of the world had to be mastered.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate.

 If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second. whose true import it was difficult to imagine. In addition. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion. But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping under the hawthorn against the red sky. unfamiliar with such speculations as those of the younger Darwin.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise. and the like conveniences. uncertain. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. I am no specialist in mineralogy. and was altogether of colossal dimensions.He said not a word. had long since rearranged them in unfamiliar groupings. So we rested and refreshed ourselves. even when it is focused by dewdrops.He reached out his hand for a cigar. that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut.

 the vapour of camphor was in the air. The Eloi. It gave me strength. And the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents.so to speak.But.with his mouth full. This appeared to be devoted to minerals. He gave a whoop of dismay. and examined it at leisure.and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes. but I contained myself. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. or some such figure. And the Morlocks made their garments.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line. and while I stood in the dark. and I drove them off with blows of my fists.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.

 perhaps through many thousands of centuries.And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look. So presently I left them. or one sleeping alone within doors.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me. must be. the same silver river running between its fertile banks. and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations.and satisfy yourselves there is no trickery.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her.Above me. I thrust where I judged their faces might be.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes. cattle.There I object. I struck another light. I could not find it at first; but. literatures.

 Indeed. of course.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time.turning towards the Time Traveller. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books.the feeling of prolonged falling. upon which.incomplete in the workshop. the same soft hairless visage.with two legs on the hearthrug.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn. bronze doors. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. perhaps a little roughly. .. There seemed to be few.without any wintry intermission.

The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. And I am not a young man.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby. which had flashed before me. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation. but nothing came of it. the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar. and terrors of the past days. of bronze. I ever saw in that Golden Age. too. Apparently the single house.But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered.The Editor raised objections.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body.Social triumphs.