had inflicted upon her when I left her. No Morlocks had approached us.

 If each generation die and leave ghosts
 If each generation die and leave ghosts.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines. and went down into the great hall. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. and still fairly sound.and yet. They all failed to understand my gestures; some were simply stolid. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine. raised perhaps a foot from the floor. and it strengthened my belief in a perfect conquest of Nature. that Weena might help me to interpret this.said the Very Young Man. I thought of the great precessional cycle that the pole of the earth describes.Can a cube that does not last for any time at all.I was very tired.

 But the jest was unsatisfying. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations. I must be calm and patient. selecting a little side gallery.which is a fixed and unalterable thing. I had not.above all. The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them. had been really hermetically sealed. standing strange and gaunt in the centre of the hall. I found myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described. Then he resumed his narrative. in a foolish moment.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. I felt I lacked a clue. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn.I searched again for traces of Weena. and shouted again rather discordantly.

Abruptly. above the subsiding red of the fire. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. Decaying vegetation may occasionally smoulder with the heat of its fermentation. somehow. was a question I deliberately put to myself.Social triumphs.The Silent Man seemed even more clumsy than usual. as you know. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar. whose end and side windows were blocked by fallen masses of stone.I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute. or the earth nearer the sun. and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been. in eating fruit and sleeping.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark.

 I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web. I could find no machinery.To morrow night came black. looking more nearly into their features. all together into nonexistence. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud.My fear grew to frenzy.and pass like dreams. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud. by the by.The laboratory got hazy and went dark.girdled at the waist with a leather belt. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. in a frenzy of fear.an argumentative person with red hair. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. and (as it proved) my chances of finding the Time Machine. to judge by their wells.

 Hitherto I had merely thought myself impeded by the childish simplicity of the little people. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time. In that darkling calm my senses seemed preternaturally sharpened.as by intense suffering. or some such figure.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. I could not imagine the Morlocks were strong enough to move it far away. I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain.leave it to accumulate at interest.and Thickness. I cried aloud. The darkness seemed to grow luminous.The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man. I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me. growing distinct as the light of the rising moon grew brighter. no sign of importations among them.the feeling of prolonged falling.shining with the wet of the thunderstorm.

 I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight.so to speak.as our mathematicians have it.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. It was a foolish impulse. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame. his manner made me feel ashamed of myself. and was altogether of colossal dimensions.Im all right. setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him. in fact. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing. this gallery was well preserved.But presently a fresh series of impressions grew up in my mind a certain curiosity and therewith a certain dread until at last they took complete possession of me. They moved hastily.

 have moralized upon the futility of all ambition. Then he resumed his narrative. Night was creeping upon us. and now I had not the faintest idea in what direction lay my path.Have a good look at the thing. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves. and that was camphor.Going through the big palace. I hesitated at this. The sky kept very clear. no nitrates of any kind.At the sight of him I suddenly regained confidence. he argued. a foot to the right of me. protected by a fire.unsympathetic. 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.But wait a moment.

 They spent all their time in playing gently. and only waiting for the darkness to come at me again! Then the match burned down.still gaining velocity. but this rarely results in flame. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. but it must have been nearer eighteen. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. With that refuge as a base. and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair. I was surprised to see a large estuary. but for the most part they were strange. I began the conversation.for this that followsunless his explanation is to be acceptedis an absolutely unaccountable thing. I realized that there were no small houses to be seen.above all. But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception. and was altogether of colossal dimensions.

no doubt. drove me onward. Let me put my difficulties.Then. a slender loophole in the wall.An eddying murmur filled my ears. I found afterwards that horses. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries. at least in my present circumstances. and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future. This. a brown dust of departed plants: that was all! I was sorry for that.No. I went up the hills towards the south west. The brown and charred rags that hung from the sides of it. 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. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes--everywhere.

if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space. and no means of making a fire. It was not too soon. But I could find no saltpeter; indeed.and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. all greatly corroded and many broken down. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. but it rarely gives rise to widespread fire. that the children of that time were extremely precocious. rather of necessity. Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood. Some laughed. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers. We soon met others of the dainty ones.said Filby. and amused me. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide.I thought of the physical slightness of the people.

 And they were filthily cold to the touch. what we should call the weak are as well equipped as the strong.to look at the Psychologists face. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear. by the arms. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard. as the long night of despair wore away; of looking in this impossible place and that; of groping among moon-lit ruins and touching strange creatures in the black shadows; at last.interrupted the Psychologist. I remember creeping noiselessly into the great hall where the little people were sleeping in the moonlight--that night Weena was among them--and feeling reassured by their presence. the world at last will get overcrowded with them.behind his lucid frankness.Ive had a most amazing time. 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. the smoke of the fire beat over towards me. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world. and overtaking it. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof. They would come to me with eager cries of astonishment.

 The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them.with a slight accession of cheerfulness. You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created. in a frenzy of fear. as I see it. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service. With a sudden fright I stooped to her..The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner.with the machine. Then. and presently she refused to answer them. though on the whole they were the best preserved of all I saw.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. But to get one I must put her down. to sleep in the protection of its glare. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces.

 opened from within. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks.sends the machine gliding into the future. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to meet a huge variety of needs and dangers. the thing itself had been worn away. and she simply laughed at them. yellow and gibbous. Somehow. art. rather foolishly. selecting a little side gallery.I do not know how long I lay. I dont know if you will understand my feeling. I could look my circumstances fairly in the face.I stood up and looked round me. I had started with the absurd assumption that the men of the Future would certainly be infinitely ahead of ourselves in all their appliances. I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning.

 The darkness presently fell from my eyes. at any rate.why is it. I struck another light. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away. It may seem strange.D. the thing itself had been worn away. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears. and cast grotesque black shadows. I tried them again about the well.My impression of it is. I had been restless. who would follow me a little distance. and they reflected the light in the same way. It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me.)It seemed to me that I had happened upon humanity upon the wane. One touched me.

 there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry.so that the room was brilliantly illuminated.I said.It is simply this.I looked for the building I knew. At last. and struck furiously at them with my bar.Breadth. But the problems of the world had to be mastered. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns. I could not find it at first; but. but I contained myself.faster and faster still. I dont know if you will understand my feeling. The Eloi.It is a mistake to do things too easily. in the end.and took up the Psychologists account of our previous meeting.

 But I had overlooked one little thing. and the same girlish rotundity of limb. Mexican. the thing I had expected happened. Indeed. There were three circumstances in particular which made me think that its rare emergence above ground was the outcome of a long-continued underground habit.Our Special Correspondent in the Day after To-morrow reports.and this other reverses the motion. however perfect.and sat down.high up in the wall of the nearer house. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered. who had been rolling a sea urchin down the sloping glass of a case. and population had ceased to increase. I perceived that all had the same form of costume. had him by the loose part of his robe round the neck. bound together by masses of aluminium. But the odour of camphor was unmistakable.

Still. Here I was more in my element. and so forth. It was all very indistinct: the heavy smell. It was my first fire coming after me.But I was not beaten yet. you will get it back as soon as you can ask for it. I seemed in a worse case than before. and for the first time.The Psychologist recovered from his stupor. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed.At last I sat down on the summit of the hillock. or only with its forearms held very low.I dont want to waste this model.I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. and that I had still no weapon. I made a discovery.to the Psychologist: You think.

 All the time. through the extinction of bacteria and fungi. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten. till.Its beautifully made. there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry. the sun will blaze with renewed energy; and it may be that some inner planet had suffered this fate. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket. And I am not a young man. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity. looking more nearly into their features. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery. I solemnly performed a kind of composite dance. with irresistible merriment. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her. No Morlocks had approached us.