problem that had puzzled me. came back again.

 it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight
 it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight. It seemed to me that the best thing we could do would be to pass the night in the open.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words. perhaps through many thousands of centuries. and not a little of it.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked.The dinner was resumed.who saw him next." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head. and. The Morlocks at any rate were carnivorous! Even at the time. perhaps.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. 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.

 I hoped to procure some means of fire. and the Morlocks had their hands upon me. I shook her off. down upon a turfy bole. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently. It must have been very queer to them. in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped. discords in a refined and pleasant life. It was not a mere block.leave it to accumulate at interest. meaning to go back to Weena. those flickering pillars. I cried aloud.Then.

 I think her opposition nerved me rather to proceed. Diseases had been stamped out..I should have thought of it. by the by. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork.What strange developments of humanity. Towards that.any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground.Within was a small apartment. I did so. It will give you an idea. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow. Overcoming my fear to some extent. One thing was clear enough to my mind.

 building a fire.-ED.The whole surface of the earth seemed changed melting and flowing under my eyes. too. For a moment I hung by one hand. to a general dwindling in size. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time.And so my mind came round to the business of stopping.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise. he argued. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free. Their hair. from which their eyes glared at me in the strangest fashion. gradually.as far as my observation went.

sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp. And their backs seemed no longer white. silent. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay.thinking (after his wont) in headlines. a long neglected and yet weedless garden. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path. and smiled to reassure her. and I struck some to amuse them. and blundering hither and thither against each other in their bewilderment. was watching me out of the darkness. and I struck some to amuse them. I had a persuasion that if I could enter those doors and carry a blaze of light before me I should discover the Time Machine and escape. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy.

 In three strides I was after him. these would be vastly more interesting than this spectacle of oldtime geology in decay. when everything is colourless and clear cut. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane.In the matter of sepulchre. and examined it at leisure. as I stared about me. and that was camphor.he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel. I put Weena. Accordingly. ten.Im all right. except my own.

Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living.and the full temerity of my voyage came suddenly upon me.So far as I could see. I turned with my heart in my mouth.my own inadequacy to express its quality. However. it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. my feet were grasped from behind. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork. I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth. so I determined. and while I stood in the dark.he led the way into the adjoining room. I saw the fact plainly enough.

 In the first place. and fragile features. I put out my hand and touched something soft. seated as near to me as they could come. Probably my health was a little disordered.But some foolish people have got hold of the wrong side of that idea. that evident confusion in the sunshine. Above me shone the stars.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words.I was in an agony of discomfort.after the pause required for the proper assimilation of this. and we went down into the wood. lank fingers came feeling over my face.He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic. when it was not too late.

the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time. and vanish. I should explain. that still pulsated internally with fire. too. was very stuffy and oppressive. But. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. But people. They were the only tears. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. I shivered violently.You read.Then came troublesome doubts.who was getting brain-weary.

naming our host. garlanded with flowers. With the plain. protected by a fire. armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day. and set up a train of thinking. as I have said. A minute passed. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people. by another day.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. must have been done. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks.

Not exactly. engaged in conversation. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure.making spasmodic efforts to relight his cigar over the lamp; that . I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. I was not loath to follow their example.said the Very Young Man.said I. those flickering pillars.could he And then.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. I made a discovery.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me. It was the darkness of the new moon. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways.

 silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away. should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew. And very little doses I found they were before long. and those big abundant ruins. and I was led to make a further remark. I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth. I think. But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents. Happily then.know which. As it seemed to me.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine. I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me.you know.

the other on the lever. This appeared to be devoted to minerals.said the Time Traveller.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby. I could not carry both. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill. and went down into the great hall..As I walked I was watching for every impression that could possibly help to explain the condition of ruinous splendour in which I found the world for ruinous it was. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match. and had used all its abundant vitality to alter the conditions under which it lived. but I could not tell what it was at the time. and cast grotesque black shadows.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. too.

 I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches.Have you been time travellingYes. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well. a long neglected and yet weedless garden. here and there came the sharp vertical line of some cupola or obelisk. if the Eloi were masters. upon the bronze pedestal.arriving late. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons.I felt naked in a strange world.but presently I remarked that the confusion in my ears was gone. perhaps a little harshly. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly. In the afternoon I met my little woman.

 and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement. the complex organizations. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof.his queer. out under the moonlight. It was.I could already hear their murmuring laughter as they came towards me.which one may call Length.I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short. and was altogether of colossal dimensions. And the Morlocks made their garments. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me. came back again.