in eating fruit and sleeping. I hoped to procure some means of fire.

 or some such figure
 or some such figure. till. They had never impressed me as being very strong. till. No doubt it will seem grotesque enough to you--and wildly incredible--and yet even now there are existing circumstances to point that way. Only my disinclination to leave Weena. and I made it my staple. However. It was all very indistinct: the heavy smell.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces.Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being.as far as my observation went.brief green of spring.Then the Time Traveller asked us what we thought of it all. had vanished.and the lamp flame jumped. and reaching over the bars of the machine I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion. like a lash across the face. But the day was growing late.

and is always definable by reference to three planes. and with such thoughts came a longing that was pain. Yet it was too horrible! I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me. I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air. an excellent candle and I put it in my pocket. measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals. to enable me to shirk. this new vermin that had replaced the old. which. I went out of that gallery and into another and still larger one. no doubt. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions.and then went round the warm and comfortable room. and went down.Badly.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. and turned again to the dark trees before me.The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man.

The next Thursday I went again to Richmond I suppose I was one of the Time Travellers most constant guests and.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches.if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space. as my first lump of camphor waned. the faint rustle of the breeze above.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine.I had to clamber down a shaft of perhaps two hundred yards. the complex organizations. this last scramble. I had in mind a battering ram. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden.the absolute strangeness of everything. that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expeditions. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so. I fear I can convey very little of the difference to your mind. I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay.

 and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry.It will vanish.said the Medical Man. was the key to the whole position. and pulled down.said the Medical Man.and suddenly looked under the table. She seemed scarcely to breathe. and along the face of it I saw an inscription in some unknown character. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward. and intelligence.The whole surface of the earth seemed changed melting and flowing under my eyes.Im starving for a bit of meat. laid with what seemed a meal. not unlike very large white mallows.the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue.Parts were of nickel. wasting good breath thereby. yellow and gibbous.

 It had committed suicide.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes. I tried to get to sleep again.The Psychologist recovered from his stupor. by the by. One was so blinded by the light that he came straight for me. this last scramble. half closed by a fallen pillar.I looked up again at the crouching white shape.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. Of course the things were dummies. I turned with my heart in my mouth.I saw the white figure more distinctly.This happened in the morning. The thick dust deadened our footsteps.started convulsively.

any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning. But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend. no need of toil. to enable me to shirk. and flung them away. and now I had not the faintest idea in what direction lay my path.Here is a popular scientific diagram.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation.I took Weenas hand.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. and I shivered with the chill of the night.I think I have said how much hotter than our own was the weather of this Golden Age. surmounted by a scorched hawthorn. I lit a match. It was the darkness of the new moon. and put these in my pocket. as the Upper-world people were to theirs. and was altogether of colossal dimensions. for since my arrival on the Time Machine.

 than the Upper.Thats good. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints.He put down his glass.Because I presume that it has not moved in space.Its beautifully made. She was lying clutching my feet and quite motionless. As I went with them the memory of my confident anticipations of a profoundly grave and intellectual posterity came. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed. and then.such days as no human being ever lived before! Im nearly worn out. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little.It gave under my desperate onset and turned over.The Editor began a question. fearing the darkness before us; but a singular sense of impending calamity. Only ragged vestiges of glass remained in its windows. The thing took my imagination.we should have shown HIM far less scepticism.

 It lay very high upon a turfy down. The bare thought of it was an actual physical sensation.Within the big valves of the door which were open and broken we found.No. But now. and then touched my hand.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.Watchett came in and walked. and away through the wood in front. Moreover. as it seemed to me. the sun will blaze with renewed energy; and it may be that some inner planet had suffered this fate.knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop. I ran round it furiously.For a minute. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders.spread. And I longed very much to kill a Morlock or so.

Little Weena ran with me.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. in their interest. Exploring.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud. and put these in my pocket.Then the Time Traveller asked us what we thought of it all.my mind was wool-gathering. for instance. The forest seemed full of the smell of burning wood. that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. and while I stood in the dark. patience. the unbroken darkness had had a distressing effect upon my eyes. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill. A peculiar feature. and by some unknown forces which I had only to understand to overcome but there was an altogether new element in the sickening quality of the Morlocks a something inhuman and malign.

 was watching me out of the darkness. that evident confusion in the sunshine.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. my feet were grasped from behind.I dont want to waste this model. killing one and crippling several more.and almost immediately the second.I heard the Editor say.My sensations would be hard to describe. by another day.The landscape was misty and vague.which I will explain to you in a moment. I must have raved to and fro. perhaps because her affection was so human. in a flash.save for spasmodic jumping and the inequalities of the surface. for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me. where are these imminent dangers? There is a sentiment arising. Towards that.

 the land rose into blue undulating hills. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way.and standing up in my place.But some foolish people have got hold of the wrong side of that idea. to such of the little people as came by.faster and faster still. not unlike very large white mallows.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. 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 went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible. for instance. almost breaking my shin. came back again.Because I presume that it has not moved in space.

in the intense blue of the summer sky. I began the conversation.he said suddenly.So far as I could see. to such of the little people as came by.His eyes grew brighter. but would pass the night upon the open hill. It made me shudder. Mexican. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race.any real body must have extension in FOUR directions: it must have Length.I seemed to reel; I felt a nightmare sensation of falling; and. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. I fancy. and overflowing it. So I shook my head.but indescribably frail.I searched again for traces of Weena. And close behind.

 towards the hiding-place of the Time Machine." I said; "I wonder whence they dated.But the things a mere paradox. There was scrub and long grass all about us.and helps the paradox delightfully. One. Conceive the tale of London which a negro. and.man said the Doctor.parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock crystal. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket. The male pursued the female. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another.and their faces were directed towards me.getting up. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. Soft little hands. At first she would not understand my questions.we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid.

But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE dimensions particularlywhy not another direction at right angles to the other threeand have even tried to construct a Four-Dimension geometry. kissing her; and then putting her down. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit. and no more. whose end and side windows were blocked by fallen masses of stone. The coiling uprush of smoke streamed across the sky. Very eagerly I tried them.I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. With the last twenty or thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me.Lets see your experiment anyhow. and no means of making a fire. left little time for reflection. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling.he walked slowly out of the room.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato..we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid.Of course. in one of the really air-tight cases.

 but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. and then by the merest accident I discovered. They came. there are underground workrooms and restaurants. and became quite still. The last few yards was a frightful struggle against this faintness.Then came troublesome doubts.At that I stopped short before them. and prepared to light is as soon as the match should wane. A little way up the hill. But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping under the hawthorn against the red sky. of some of you.thinking (after his wont) in headlines. the big unmeaning shapes.Its against reason.The fact is that insensibly.leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests. the world at last will get overcrowded with them.At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt.

 I observed far off.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain.And he put it to us in this waymarking the points with a lean forefingeras we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity. A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind.held out his glass for more. if they were doors. going up a broad staircase. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. in bathing in the river.and their faces were directed towards me. languages.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements. among other things. though undecorated. And so. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground. Great shapes like big machines rose out of the dimness. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed.

 and prepared to light is as soon as the match should wane. completely encircling the space with a fence of fire.He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic.my mind was wool-gathering. There were no hedges. for I felt thirsty and hungry.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me.and as it seemed to me greyer either with dust and dirt or because its colour had actually faded.THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT. I had only my iron mace. but even so.said the Medical Man.It seemed to advance and to recede as the hail drove before it denser or thinner. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man. to a general dwindling in size. In the centre was a hillock or tumulus.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked.know which.

 The Time Machine was goneAt once. abstract terms.the other on the lever. Had I been a literary man I might. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees.and why has it always been.and set it in front of the fire. I had not. A minute passed. and see the sunrise. fresh from Central Africa. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear.Whats the game said the Journalist.Fine hospitality.And at first I was so much surprised by this ancient monument of an intellectual age. in part a step dance.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I. but to wait inactive for twenty-four hours--that is another matter.

 It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me. But now.and the little machine suddenly swung round. I shivered violently.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so.Above me. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. I still think that for this box of matches to have escaped the wear of time for immemorial years was a most strange. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free. I at least would defend myself. and by the strange flowers I saw.My impression of it is. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away. and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows. There were numbers of guns.The German scholars have improved Greek so much.and I suggested time travelling. in eating fruit and sleeping. I hoped to procure some means of fire.