and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears.

 against passion of all sorts; unnecessary things now
 against passion of all sorts; unnecessary things now. as I ran. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. Further in the gallery was the huge skeleton barrel of a Brontosaurus.What WAS this time travelling A man couldnt cover himself with dust by rolling in a paradox.But I was not beaten yet.Within was a small apartment.On this table he placed the mechanism. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands.and looked only at the Time Travellers face.so it seemed to me. The roof was in shadow.You must follow me carefully. I promise you: I retreated again. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. I held it flaring.As the eastern sky grew brighter. must have been done.

 Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace. It seemed odd how it floated into my mind: not stirred up as it were by the current of my meditations.In a moment I was wet to the skin. It was a foolish impulse. and at the same time feel for the studs over which these fitted. the land rose into blue undulating hills.Have a good look at the thing. And they were filthily cold to the touch. perhaps a little harshly.faster and faster still. 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.We all saw the lever turn. and none answered. had been effected. That I could see clearly enough already. staggered a little way.another at fifteen. and social arrangements. It was not a mere block.

 languages. And Weena shivered violently.Then the Time Traveller put forth his finger towards the lever. and the verdigris came off in powdery flakes. sheep. for instance. I began to think of this house of mine.here is a portrait of a man at eight years old. because our ideals are vague and tentative.and took it off at a draught. and their movements grew faster. and we went down into the wood. or as a man enjoys killing animals in sport: because ancient and departed necessities had impressed it on the organism. I had the small levers in my pocket.but on Friday. But. came the white light of the day. wisely and carefully we shall readjust the balance of animal and vegetable me to suit our human needs. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes.

stooping to light a spill at the fire. And.knitting his brows. A queer doubt chilled my complacency.The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man.pass into future Time. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill. Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. It was not too soon.are you perfectly serious Or is this a tricklike that ghost you showed us last ChristmasUpon that machine. excitements.Look here. The distance. Beyond this was another arm of the burning forest. I advanced a step and spoke. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly. I found a far unlikelier substance. I threw my iron bar away.And turning to the Psychologist.

 There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof. Then I saw the horror and repugnance of his face. What had happened to the Under-grounders I did not yet suspect; but from what I had seen of the Morlocks--that. There were no hedges. Evidently. not plates nor slabs blocks.The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket.Then he spoke again.with the machine. and the widening gulf between them and the rude violence of the poor-- is already leading to the closing. And I now understood to some slight degree at least the reason of the fear of the little Upper world people for the dark. And during these few revolutions all the activity.I saw a richer green flow up the hill side. dreaded black things. and I stayed my hand.Then. when everything is colourless and clear cut.

 I felt--how shall I put it? Suppose you found an inscription.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know. I had refrained from forcing them.Of course. I went down to the great building of stone. But I had my hand on the climbing bars now. Up to this. And the intelligence that would have made this state of things a torment had gone. and. In my trouser pocket were still some loose matches. I say. even when it is focused by dewdrops.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark. I thought of the great precessional cycle that the pole of the earth describes. which I had followed during my first walk.and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars.This adjustment.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky. I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight.

 I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. I shivered violently. an excellent candle and I put it in my pocket.Then the door closed upon him. had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable. They moved hastily. black in the pale light. with incredulous surprise.Hes unavoidably detained.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. and as my walking powers were evidently miraculous.a certain journalist.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible. the full moon.It is a law of nature we overlook. As he turned off. It is usual to assume that the sun will go on cooling steadily in the future.

these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery. Thus loaded. their lack of intelligence. So. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me. 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.which are immaterial and have no dimensions. neither social nor economical struggle. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend.behind his lucid frankness. and grasping this lever in my hands. that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent. Physical courage and the love of battle. or even creek. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good.Dont let me disturb you.I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. which presently attracted my attention. subterranean for innumerable generations.

 but later I began to perceive their import.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note. the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species.The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces.so it seemed to me.It was time for a match. lidless.Have a good look at the thing. Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my levers.The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost. but to wait inactive for twenty-four hours--that is another matter. I. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them. Accordingly.Thickness.towards the garden door. I am no specialist in mineralogy. I did so.

As I did so the shafts of the sun smote through the thunderstorm.Youve just come Its rather odd. Yet a certain feeling. The science of our time has attacked but a little department of the field of human disease.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. which. The place was very silent. that restless energy.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me. I saw dimly coming up. and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties. to dance. Then. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble. Very pleasant was their day. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. And yet.

 but there were none. I held it flaring. now a more convenient breed of cattle. Then I thought of the Great Fear that was between the two species.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me. It was not a mere block.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon. as I have said. There was nothing in this at all alarming. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature.You can explain that. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued. For the first time I began to realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present engaged. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine.It was greatly weather worn. Then I looked at Weena.

Have you been time travellingYes.save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way. I promise you: I retreated again.I saw the laboratory exactly as before. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious. and protected by a little cupola from the rain. The bronze panels suddenly slid up and struck the frame with a clang.however.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so. or the earth nearer the sun.He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature.For a moment he hesitated in the doorway. of considerable portions of the surface of the land. in trying to revive the sensation of fear.looking round.erected on a strictly communistic basis. I threw a scrap of paper into the throat of one. It gave me strength.

And now came a most unexpected thing. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles. reasoning from their daylight behaviour. It must have been very queer to them. now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding. and. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod. and teeth; these. traffic. Let me put my difficulties. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate. I was at first inclined to associate it with the sanitary apparatus of these people.I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine. the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. though I dont know what it meant. and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise.Then the door closed upon him.

 Yet all the same.A moment before. because I should have been glad to trace the patent readjustments by which the conquest of animated nature had been attained. for instance. which puzzled me still more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none. and ran along by the side of me. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. I found afterwards that horses. and. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes--everywhere.as though it was in some way unreal. 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. Then. among the variegated shrubs.That Space. Happily then. I thought I heard something stir inside--to be explicit. and it was so much worn.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown.

 my interest waned. They were mere creatures of the half light.I do not know how long I lay.far easier down than up. armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day. I really believe that had they not been so. I fear I can convey very little of the difference to your mind.An eddying murmur filled my ears.I was simply starving. I could not see how things were kept going.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw.looking round. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace.You have told Blank." the beautiful race that I already knew. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering. of course. Then I felt other soft little tentacles upon my back and shoulders.

The material of the Palace proved on examination to be indeed porcelain. and presently she refused to answer them. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed. silky material.Says hell explain when he comes. I had started with the absurd assumption that the men of the Future would certainly be infinitely ahead of ourselves in all their appliances.as it seemed.Look here. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel.I should have thought of it. and looking north-eastward before I entered it.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. came a faintness in the eastward sky.Then. I felt hopelessly cut off from my own kind--a strange animal in an unknown world.One word. armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day.Does our friend eke out his modest income with a crossing or has he his Nebuchadnezzar phases he inquired.

 except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. It is usual to assume that the sun will go on cooling steadily in the future.the dance of the shadows. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. It reminded me of a sepia painting I had once seen done from the ink of a fossil Belemnite that must have perished and become fossilized millions of years ago. and there was the little lawn.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage.That I remember discussing with the Medical Man.I searched again for traces of Weena. Yet I felt tolerably sure of the avoidance. I got up. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows. So the Morlocks thought. and. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. and had three fruit- trees. where I judged Wandsworth and Battersea must once have been.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise.

 She was lying clutching my feet and quite motionless. and. or only with its forearms held very low.Parts were of nickel.then this morning it rose again.yesterday night it fell. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east.and displayed the appetite of a tramp. and was altogether of colossal dimensions. Weena I had resolved to bring with me to our own time. and dim against their blackness. several. It is odd. and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with dust. which displayed only a geometrical pattern. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. Darkness to her was the one thing dreadful.said the Editor.The Medical Man smoked a cigarette.

 sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind. I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong. to judge by their wells. and to make myself such arms of metal or stone as I could contrive. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature. completely encircling the space with a fence of fire. was rather less than a mile across. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems. But this attitude of mind was impossible. different in character from any I had hitherto seen.Then he drew up a chair. and for a moment I was free.and vanished.a certain journalist.I think I have said how much hotter than our own was the weather of this Golden Age. silent.and.Tell you presently. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears.