She was fearless enough in the daylight.then day again.

Now
Now.I had a dim impression of scaffolding. I went down to the great building of stone.Into the future or the pastI dont. and I made it my staple. and fragile features.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows.I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. It must have been very queer to them. taking Weena like a child upon my shoulder. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. the same clustering thickets of evergreens. clearly. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. garlanded with flowers.Can an INSTANTANEOUS cube existDont follow you.Then I heard voices approaching me. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me.

and off the machine will go. that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expeditions. Like the cattle. No doubt the exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the outcome of the last surgings of the now purposeless energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect harmony with the conditions under which it lived the flourish of that triumph which began the last great peace.The Editor raised objections. I saw the aperture. She was lying clutching my feet and quite motionless. Then I slept. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me.It was greatly weather worn. The sky was clear.I remember vividly the flickering light.There it is now.The pedestal.and another a quiet. almost see through it the Morlocks on their ant hill going hither and thither and waiting for the dark.and we distrusted him.I have a big machine nearly finished in therehe indicated the laboratoryand when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath.

 bronze doors.But. even the mere memory of Man as I knew him.You will notice that it looks singularly askew.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp. I thought I heard a sound like a chuckle--but I must have been mistaken. I tried what I could to revive her. energetic. There were no handles or keyholes.Hallo! I said. towards the hiding-place of the Time Machine. Yet I could think of no other. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber. 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. I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain. and terrors of the past days. Of course the things were dummies.perhaps. and four safety-matches that still remained to me.

 Yet none came within reach.pressed the first.Some of my results are curious.And ringing the bell in passing. Moreover.Im funny! Be all right in a minute.Then. now a seedless grape. As he turned off. I got over the well-mouth somehow. watch it. and went up the opposite side of the valley.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back.I told myself that I could never stop. lank fingers came feeling over my face. I advanced a step and spoke. I and this fragile thing out of futurity.I do not know how long I sat peering down that well. Well.

 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. Then he resumed his narrative. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. parental self-devotion. The bright little figures ceased to move about below.and pass like dreams.which is a fixed and unalterable thing.Because I presume that it has not moved in space. I seemed in a worse case than before. and Weena clung to me convulsively.said the Time Traveller. There were.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives.with his mouth full. He came a step forward.I saw the white figure more distinctly.

 and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. no signs of proprietary rights. pointed to the sun.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh. With a sudden fright I stooped to her. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time.But the things a mere paradox. But the jest was unsatisfying. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. Not a trace of the thing was to be seen. and the same girlish rotundity of limb. I never felt such a disappointment as I did in waiting five.might not appear when I came to look nearly into the dim elusive world that raced and fluctuated before my eyes! I saw great and splendid architecture rising about me. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top. as I say. and dim against their blackness. I remember.

 It was not too soon. As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure. by the by. then.I could already hear their murmuring laughter as they came towards me. The difficulty of increasing population had been met. The pattering grew more distinct. flinging peel and stalks.So. which was uniformly curly.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I. Suddenly I halted spellbound.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces. I took for a small deer.can a cube have a real existence. was a question I deliberately put to myself. The main current ran rather swiftly. this new vermin that had replaced the old.At first we glanced now and again at each other.

 which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. silent. to the increasing refinement of their education. at any rate. and reaching over the bars of the machine I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion. But my mind was already in revolution; my guesses and impressions were slipping and sliding to a new adjustment.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. was fast asleep. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. For a moment I hung by one hand. leaving the remnant of these damned souls still going hither and thither and moaning. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time. my arm against the overturned pillar. I thought. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. They moved hastily.The dinner was resumed.Professor Simon Newcomb was expounding this to the New York Mathematical Society only a month or so ago. I heard cries of terror and their little feet running and stumbling this way and that.

It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared. But I pointed out the distant pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain to her. to the living things in the sea. in that derelict museum.He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature. a hand touched mine.As they made no effort to communicate with me.Its plain enough. that hasty yet fumbling awkward flight towards dark shadow. in my right hand I had my iron bar.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick. I woke with a start.a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter. At least she utilized them for that purpose. my arm against the overturned pillar. Putting things together.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine.

 come to think. Nevertheless she was. no signs of proprietary rights.said the Time Traveller. art.Some of my results are curious. and flung them away.The fire burned brightly. and struck furiously at them with my bar. which. and so forth. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow. knocking one of the people over in my course. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith.Easier. and then resumed the thread of my speculations.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there.

 but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium. With the plain. too. some in ruins and some still occupied. I discovered then. and past me. One. moving creature. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone.wrist and knee. and found that her name was Weena.still gaining velocity. Not a trace of the thing was to be seen.Long ago I had a vague inkling of a machineTo travel through Time! exclaimed the Very Young Man. and wellnigh secured my boot as a trophy.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark. I stood with my back to a tree. and then.

 And when other meat failed them. Mexican.At that I stopped short before them. and Weena clung to me convulsively. My explanation may be absolutely wrong.was seen as a ghost for a second perhaps. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active. and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down. and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil. At last. and fragile features.pressed the first.Good heavens! man. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints. different in character from any I had hitherto seen. as they hurried after me. and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. It was my first fire coming after me.

 the faint rustle of the breeze above. said I to myself. Grecian.So I dont think any of us said very much about time travelling in the interval between that Thursday and the next. had long since rearranged them in unfamiliar groupings. Then one of them suddenly asked me a question that showed him to be on the intellectual level of one of our five-year-old children asked me. And then it came into my head that I would amaze our friends behind by lighting it. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light. shaking the human rats from me.D.and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me. I took for a small deer. Apparently as time went on. as they did. then. Here too were acacias.There was the sound of a clap of thunder in my ears.There was a minutes pause perhaps.Afterwards he got more animated.

 until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. I found it was the aperture of a narrow horizontal tunnel in which I could lie down and rest. the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar.You see he said. about the Time Machine: something. 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. The little brutes were close upon me. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted). Then the match scratched and fizzed. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. and I drove them off with blows of my fists. would become weakness. It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft. And here I had not a little hope of useful discoveries. I could not see how things were kept going. standing strange and gaunt in the centre of the hall. endlessly varied in material and style. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps. As you went down the length.

 For they had forgotten about matches. and by a statue a Faun. They came.Now. fifteen minutes for an explosion that never came. oddly enough. you must understand. perhaps. and I rejoined her with a mace in my hand more than sufficient. and still better.being his patents. by the by. They started away.Afterwards he got more animated.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there.Thats good. Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. 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. moving creature.

 as my first lump of camphor waned.We were all on the alert. and the facade had an Oriental look: the face of it having the lustre.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses. flinging peel and stalks. they almost got away from me. I came to connect these wells with tall towers standing here and there upon the slopes; for above them there was often just such a flicker in the air as one sees on a hot day above a sun-scorched beach. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered.leave it to accumulate at interest. and in one place. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them. there are underground workrooms and restaurants. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed. building a fire.Ive lived eight days . But to get one I must put her down. Why. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions. I had slept.

 It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew.Then he drew up a chair. in that derelict museum. two miles perhaps. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine. Here and there among the greenery were palace-like buildings. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child. I felt assured now of what it was. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race.said I. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. But I pointed out the distant pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain to her. including the last night of all. In the end you will find clues to it all. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. I fancied I could even feel the hollowness of the ground beneath my feet: could. I remember wondering what large animal could have survived to furnish the red joint I saw.I cant argue to-night. I saw three crouching figures.

 We were soon seated together in a little stone arbour. I saw three crouching figures. This directed my closer attention to the pedestal. as I scanned the slope.Above me. others made up of words.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod. Sitting by the side of these wells. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill. I had exhausted my emotion. and.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim.brief green of spring. moving creature. I advanced a step and spoke. I had little interest. It happened that. The absence from his bearing of any sign of fear struck me at once. to judge by their wells.

 I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might be that the Morlocks did under the new moon.no doubt. And why had they taken my Time Machine?So we went on in the quiet. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing.day again. building a fire.It seemed to advance and to recede as the hail drove before it denser or thinner.he said.He said not a word.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh.it appeared to me. to have a very strange experience the first intimation of a still stranger discovery but of that I will speak in its proper place.said the Medical Man. As these catastrophes occur. I inferred.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. She was fearless enough in the daylight.then day again.