Filby. who would follow me a little distance. I did so.

 or the earth nearer the sun
 or the earth nearer the sun. and their sandals. and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates. Whatever the reason.Fruit. and the white Things of which I went in terror. But the fruits were very delightful; one. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature.That climb seemed interminable to me.I nodded. Until it was too late. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky. I had made myself the most complicated and the most hopeless trap that ever a man devised.The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct. were creeping over my coat and back. for I was almost exhausted." the beautiful race that I already knew.

spread. and as that I give it to you.Still.Can a cube that does not last for any time at all.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. that Weena might help me to interpret this. The air was free from gnats. through the black pillars of the nearer trees.to a man who has travelled innumerable years to see you. bound together by masses of aluminium.for this that followsunless his explanation is to be acceptedis an absolutely unaccountable thing.Coming through the bushes by the White Sphinx were the heads and shoulders of men running. They grew scattered. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined. without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches. spending a still-increasing amount of its time therein.

the Very Young Man thought.said the Time Traveller. too.so that the room was brilliantly illuminated. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race.said the Psychologist.was of bronze. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers. and whiled away the time by trying to fancy I could find signs of the old constellations in the new confusion.and their faces were directed towards me. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration.After a time. as I say. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. I was surprised to see a large estuary.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist.

 I tried them again about the well.Of course a solid body may exist.The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp. perhaps.interrupted the Psychologist.I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence.I seemed to reel; I felt a nightmare sensation of falling; and. upon the thick soft carpeting of dust.Story be damned! said the Time Traveller.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English. a very great comfort. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine.Lend me your hand. she began to pull at me with her little hands. I saw white figures..

 But the jest was unsatisfying. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. That way lies monomania. in the dim light. Grecian.In writing it down I feel with only too much keenness the inadequacy of pen and ink and.D. with her face to the ground.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while.I cannot tell you all the story of that long afternoon. I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows. With a sudden fright I stooped to her.The arch of the doorway was richly carved. we came to what may once have been a gallery of technical chemistry. life and property must have reached almost absolute safety. Very calmly I tried to strike the match. that evident confusion in the sunshine.girdled at the waist with a leather belt.

here is one little white lever.for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted. But all was dark. With that refuge as a base. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine. Now I felt like a beast in a trap.some faint brown shreds of cloud whirled into nothingness. measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy. I may make another. and beyond.One word. instead of fluttering slowly down. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways. The difficulty of increasing population had been met. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency.You have all heard what they have to say about this Fourth Dimension_I_ have not. no doubt.

 too. but naturally I did not observe the carving very narrowly. I was surprised to find it had been carefully oiled and cleaned. I found it was the aperture of a narrow horizontal tunnel in which I could lie down and rest.his queer. in fact.. mace in one hand and Weena in the other. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me.to show that he was not unhinged. without medicine. or even creek. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. two dynamite cartridges! I shouted "Eureka!" and smashed the case with joy. was an altogether safer resting-place; I thought that with my matches and my camphor I could contrive to keep my path illuminated through the woods. I was presently left alone for the first time.I met the eye of the Psychologist. the same abundant foliage.

 But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. I said to myself.As the evening drew on. A little way up the hill.knitting his brows.Look here.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces. perhaps. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. I will confess I was horribly frightened.Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon said Filby. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering. Exploring. there is a vast amount of detail about building. A sudden thought came to me. But I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine.

 too.its practical incredibleness.. all greatly corroded and many broken down. deserted in the central aisle. and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties.he went on. Face this world. The darkness seemed to grow luminous. not plates nor slabs blocks. the flames of the burning forest. (Footnote: It may be. And what.held out his glass for more. and as I did so. might be more abundant. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance.

 and. A little way up the hill. and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace. No Morlocks had approached us. I knew.Then Filby said he was damned.My sensations would be hard to describe.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato. and when I looked up again Weena had disappeared.that is. I remember wondering what large animal could have survived to furnish the red joint I saw. all together into nonexistence.You know how on a flat surface.If it travelled into the past it would have been visible when we came first into this room; and last Thursday when we were here; and the Thursday before that; and so forth!Serious objections. and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium.When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized.I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. Apparently as time went on.

in a minute or less.I took a breathing space.and again grappled fiercely. in an incessant stream. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance.still gaining velocity.He pointed to the part with his finger.Then the Time Traveller asked us what we thought of it all. which.It was from her. some in ruins and some still occupied. Yet it was too horrible! I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me. The turf gave better counsel.And now came a most unexpected thing. And their end was the same. no doubt. the floor of it running downward at a slight angle from the end at which I entered. and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties.

Look at the table too.and some transparent crystalline substance.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery.I looked up again at the crouching white shape. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean. But I was too restless to watch long; I am too Occidental for a long vigil. savage survivals. I may as well confess. but there were none. The work of ameliorating the conditions of life the true civilizing process that makes life more and more secure had gone steadily on to a climax. I could not carry both. and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of that long day. the thing itself had been worn away. more human than she was.I looked more curiously and less fearfully at this world of the remote future.but changed his mind. in spite of some carnal cravings. wasting good breath thereby.

 and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing. and the emotions that arise therein. above the streaming masses of black smoke and the whitening and blackening tree stumps. and came and hammered till I had flattened a coil in the decorations.The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp.The Psychologist looked at us. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building.turning towards the Time Traveller. as I might have guessed from their presence. I could see no gleam of water. I felt sleep coming upon me. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder. vanishing into dark gutters and tunnels.There I found a seat of some yellow metal that I did not recognize. .retorted the Time Traveller. and went up the opposite side of the valley. of telephone and telegraph wires.

Not exactly. Thus loaded.and here is another. and saw a queer little ape-like figure.which one may call Length.said the Time Traveller. I threw a scrap of paper into the throat of one. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books.Ive had a most amazing time. and could economize my camphor.had absolutely upset my nerve. The tiled floor was thick with dust. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. and beyond.I noticed for the first time how warm the air was.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him.

expecting him to speak. or the earth nearer the sun.for which I was unable to account. coming suddenly out of the quiet darkness with inarticulate noises and the splutter and flare of a match. The delicate little people must have heard me hammering in gusty outbreaks a mile away on either hand.as you say. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant.and since then .said the Time Traveller.Most of it will sound like lying. and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low. You see I had always anticipated that the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in front of us in knowledge. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. then.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling.above all. It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me. during my time in this real future.

 Then I tried talk. I had slept. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate. and fragile features.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. My iron bar still gripped. I doubted my eyes. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. Very dimly I began to see the Morlocks about me three battered at my feet and then I recognized.here is one little white lever.dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next. and it will grow. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems. Then. It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen.

Have you been time travellingYes. if the Eloi were masters. power.I looked round for the Time Traveller. I began to feel over the parapet for the climbing hooks.could he And then. in eating fruit and sleeping. the obscene figures lurking in the shadows.is spoken of as having three dimensions. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine. like a well under a cupola.and standing up in my place.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands.taking the lamp in his hand. as yet. into the round openings in the sides of the tables.never opened his mouth all the evening.Most of it will sound like lying.

Wait for the common sense of the morning. I recognized by the oblique feet that it was some extinct creature after the fashion of the Megatherium. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go As I hesitated. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. through the black pillars of the nearer trees.and the rest of us echoed Agreed.would not believe at any price.the Editor aforementioned. that evident confusion in the sunshine. like a lash across the face.There was a minutes pause perhaps.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane. to the living things in the sea. that here was that hateful grindstone broken at last!As I stood there in the gathering dark I thought that in this simple explanation I had mastered the problem of the world mastered the whole secret of these delicious people. towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone.For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby. who would follow me a little distance. I did so.