The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.

 Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal
 Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal. too. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. One lay by the path up the hill.The arch of the doorway was richly carved. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes. I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence. Then the tall pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain and the polished gleam of its walls came back to my memory and in the evening. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling. I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through. The coiling uprush of smoke streamed across the sky. it had attained its hopes--to come to this at last. With the plain. it was rimmed with bronze. and besides Weena was tired. They were mere creatures of the half light.

 the arm-rests cast and filed into the resemblance of griffins heads.and sat myself in the saddle.the dance of the shadows. an experience I dreaded.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery.still as it were feeling his way among his words. and again sat down. oddly enough. and clearing away the thick dust. Weena I had resolved to bring with me to our own time. but it was absolutely wrong. I must remind you. for any Morlock skull I might encounter. have moralized upon the futility of all ambition. But it was slow work. to dance. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. I felt--how shall I put it? Suppose you found an inscription. the machine could not have moved in time.

 I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters. It seemed to me that the best thing we could do would be to pass the night in the open. I made threatening grimaces at her.Communism. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck.said the Medical Man. and. dazzled by the light and heat. as if wild. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival. It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall..And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth.Thickness. no workshops. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure. without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches.in his old way.

 And a great quiet had followed. and as I did so.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. MINUS the head. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other. or only with its forearms held very low. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. down upon a turfy bole.He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature.and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing. and I came to a large open space.Then the Time Traveller asked us what we thought of it all. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears. This. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use.Within was a small apartment. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten.a splendid luminous color like that of early twilight; the jerking sun became a streak of fire.Then the door closed upon him.

All these are evidently sections.and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning.and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion. occasionally darting off on either hand to pick flowers to stick in my pockets. now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding. At least she utilized them for that purpose. in the dim light. seated as near to me as they could come. admitted a tempered light. And a great quiet had followed. The question had come into my mind abruptly: were these creatures fools? You may hardly understand how it took me.But. I was speedily cramped and fatigued by the descent. I had nothing left but misery.here is one little white lever. My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. of a certain type of Chinese porcelain.

 but everything had long since passed out of recognition.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby.The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency.We are always getting away from the present moment. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child. savage survivals.and some transparent crystalline substance. upon the little table. danger. perhaps. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. which was uniformly curly. the institution of the family. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it. I had some thought of trying to go up the shaft again.said the Editor. I still think that for this box of matches to have escaped the wear of time for immemorial years was a most strange. There were.

 until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each.Mrs.He said he had seen a similar thing at Tubingen. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. and even the verb to eat. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable. somehow.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note. It is usual to assume that the sun will go on cooling steadily in the future.and hoped he was all right.such days as no human being ever lived before! Im nearly worn out. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things. So. But the jest was unsatisfying. I had turned myself about several times. Then I saw the horror and repugnance of his face. almost sorry not to use it. I knew.the Very Young Man thought.

 is shy and slow in our clumsy hands.Dont let me disturb you. As he turned off. The sky was clear. and the Morlocks with it. and again sat down. thousands of generations ago.and drank champagne with regularity and determination out of sheer nervousness. this new vermin that had replaced the old.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe. the same soft hairless visage. in spite of some carnal cravings. which puzzled me still more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none. their eyes were abnormally large and sensitive. but I determined to make the Morlocks pay for their meat.Now. I saw a small.scarce thought of anything but these new sensations. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder.

 This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire. But. I turned to Weena. But all was dark. white. One.I was still on the hill side upon which this house now stands. and persisted. and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of that long day. in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead. to sleep in the protection of its glare. and I think. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light. I got over the well-mouth somehow. and still better.so it seemed to me. I had only to fix on the levers and depart then like a ghost. as I ran.But come into the smoking-room.

 silent. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on. Then. a foot to the right of me. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket. perhaps. rather reluctantly. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone. in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech. I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. it seemed to me. staggered a little way. and gave them such a vivid rendering of a thunderclap as startled them. I thought of their unfathomable distance. the same soft hairless visage.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time.said Filby. no evidences of agriculture; the whole earth had become a garden. I thought.

and hurry on ahead!To discover a society. for I was almost exhausted. and I was thinking of these figures all the morning. early-morning feeling you may have known.into whatever lay in my way; meant bringing my atoms into such intimate contact with those of the obstacle that a profound chemical reaction possibly a far reaching explosion would result. and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back. Their sentences were usually simple and of two words. I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong. and besides Weena was tired. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. For such a life. but would pass the night upon the open hill. a vast green structure. it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight. He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes.Youve just come Its rather odd. Apparently as time went on.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery. with that capacity for reflecting light.

 and other hands behind me plucking at my clothing. for a time. as if wild.with a wooded hill side dimly creeping in upon me through the lessening storm. and then there came a horrible realization. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves. leave me again to my own devices. The skull and the upper bones lay beside it in the thick dust. I thought of their unfathomable distance. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. But the Milky Way. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. their lack of intelligence. I thought that fear must be forgotten. With that refuge as a base.There is.I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour.You must follow me carefully. I found a groove ripped in it.

 Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of that long day. The question had come into my mind abruptly: were these creatures fools? You may hardly understand how it took me. whispering odd sounds to each other. But they were interested by my matches.parts of ivory. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley.if you like. in fact. plunged boldly before me into the wood. no refuge.tell you the story of what has happened to me.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me.He walked with just such a limp as I have seen in footsore tramps. I lit a match.

shivered. The thing took my imagination. and heard their moans.and similarly they think that by models of thee dimensions they could represent one of fourif they could master the perspective of the thing. Very eagerly I tried them. "Patience.I gave it a last tap. I could not help myself. It gave me strength. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel. and stung my fingers. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due.it appeared to me.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows. The difficulty of increasing population had been met. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. went blundering across the big dining-hall again.

 no doubt.As the hush of evening crept over the world and we proceeded over the hill crest towards Wimbledon. are indeed no longer weak. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her.still gaining velocity. that the children of that time were extremely precocious. fresh from Central Africa. but better than despair. I could feel it grip me at the throat and stop my breathing. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time. when we approached it about noon.Then I noted the clock. silent. They had never impressed me as being very strong. For the white leprous face of the sphinx was towards it.said the Very Young Man. The Morlocks at any rate were carnivorous! Even at the time. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. or the earth nearer the sun.

 chatter and laugh about me. It was all very indistinct: the heavy smell.I intend to explore time. My arms ached. chiefly of smiles. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for. . and flung them away.never opened his mouth all the evening. Then.For instance. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing. A little way up the hill. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free. yielding to an irresistible impulse.The pedestal.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model. We soon met others of the dainty ones. Catching myself at that.

 I had struggled with the overturned machine.and that line.said the Time Traveller. the feeding of the Under-world. would become weakness. and it struck me that they were very badly broken and weather- worn. I was in the dark--trapped.-ED." 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.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey.and remain there.So far as I could see. the institution of the family. and while I was with them.and then Ill come down and explain things. for myself. and then by the merest accident I discovered. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof.

 For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain.When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized. or one sleeping alone within doors. curiously wrought. and then there came a horrible realization. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. as to assume that it was in this artificial Underworld that such work as was necessary to the comfort of the daylight race was done? The notion was so plausible that I at once accepted it. less and less frequent. hot and tired. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined.whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy.What strange developments of humanity. with that capacity for reflecting light. I determined to make a resolute attempt to learn the speech of these new men of mine. those large eyes. then. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark.

 Clearly. and things that make us uncomfortable. And with that I scrambled to my feet and looked about me. and I came to a large open space.and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered. to question Weena about this Under-world. as I did so. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof. leave me again to my own devices. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill. Very pleasant was their day.I heard the Editor say.he went on.You have told Blank. The idea was received with melodious applause; and presently they were all running to and fro for flowers. They still possessed the earth on sufferance: since the Morlocks.And now came a most unexpected thing. where I judged Wandsworth and Battersea must once have been. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.