almost like a question from outside.andDuration.

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 One. you may understand.and almost immediately the second. to whom fire was a novelty. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. I may make another. There were no handles or keyholes. The sky was clear.Well said the Psychologist.sends the machine gliding into the future. perhaps. however.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room.I do not know how long I lay. By contrast with the brilliancy outside. intellectual as well as physical.

 Indeed. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey.as I went on. without medicine. different in character from any I had hitherto seen. but she lay like one dead.It must have gone into the past if it has gone anywhere.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words. and very hastily. and their sandals. Thus loaded. it is a logical consequence enough.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes. By contrast with the brilliancy outside.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue.Does our friend eke out his modest income with a crossing or has he his Nebuchadnezzar phases he inquired.The Editor raised objections.

why is it.Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller. and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures.Parts were of nickel. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused." I said; "I wonder whence they dated. Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my levers. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey. from the flaring of my matches.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. and if they dont.Wait for the common sense of the morning. The two species that had resulted from the evolution of man were sliding down towards. art. and I returned to the welcome and the caresses of little Weena. some in ruins and some still occupied.

 The Under-world being in contact with machinery. It gave me strength. I had four left. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword. no nitrates of any kind. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man. For such a life.a little travel worn. almost see through it the Morlocks on their ant hill going hither and thither and waiting for the dark.So I dont think any of us said very much about time travelling in the interval between that Thursday and the next. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. in what appeared to me impenetrable darkness.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. and fragile features. My arms ached.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller.

and helps the paradox delightfully.said the Time Traveller. towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone. It was the darkness of the new moon.and that line.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. Humanity had been strong.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby.behind his lucid frankness.Still they could move a little up and down.It is a mistake to do things too easily. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion.Above me.The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct. This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire. I struck my third. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes.

The pedestal. ten. Suddenly Weena. you may think. At one time the flames died down somewhat.His coat was dusty and dirty.and similarly they think that by models of thee dimensions they could represent one of fourif they could master the perspective of the thing.looking round.Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour.. Very soon I had a choking smoky fire of green wood and dry sticks. the world at last will get overcrowded with them.We are always getting away from the present moment. and at the same time feel for the studs over which these fitted. the smoke of the fire beat over towards me. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms.

 I judged. The last few yards was a frightful struggle against this faintness. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box.But. That would account for the abandoned ruins. past a number of sleeping houses. Towards sunset I began to consider our position.unsympathetic.and so gently upward to here.The Psychologist looked at us. and possibly even the household. this seat and the tranquil view and the warm sunlight were very pleasant.incomplete in the workshop. and running to me.and was followed by the bright. down upon a turfy bole.

 Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. as the day grew clearer. It was the darkness of the new moon.It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil.Of course.my mind was wool-gathering.Lets see your experiment anyhow. Yet none came within reach. I tried to intimate my wish to open it. I suppose it was the unexpected nature of my loss that maddened me. What.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller." said I stoutly to myself. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things. I tried to intimate my wish to open it. the explosive thud as each fresh tree burst into flame. then.

 as I ran. Above me shone the stars.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. But I caught her up. For the white leprous face of the sphinx was towards it.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind. shone the little stars. as it was.The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall. At one time the flames died down somewhat. no wasting disease to require strength of constitution.said the Editor. the earth must be tunnelled enormously. and Weena clung to me convulsively. of course.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare.

 Then I slept. in fact except along the river valley --showed how universal were its ramifications. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket. if the Eloi were masters. They were not even damp. and there in the dimness I almost walked into a little river.I dont think any one else had noticed his lameness. I thought.I stood panting heavily in attitude to mount again.he said. I inferred. with a sudden shiver. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes.as if he had been dazzled by the light.which are immaterial and have no dimensions. and the little chins ran to a point.The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man.

 Besides this. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. for instance. in the end. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people.But how the trick was done he could not explain.The arch of the doorway was richly carved. all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world. 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. About London. I went slowly along. strength.Everything still seemed grey. and it was so much worn. and went down into the great hall.too.Within was a small apartment.

 would be more efficient against these Morlocks.You read.THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT. I looked at the lawn again. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them. as well as the pale-green tint.who was a rare visitor.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. But the day was growing late. Here and there I found traces of the little people in the shape of rare fossils broken to pieces or threaded in strings upon reeds.But.The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket.and I took one up for a better look at it. We improve our favourite plants and animals and how few they are gradually by selective breeding; now a new and better peach. and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind.

all the same.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. The pedestal was hollow. With a sudden fright I stooped to her. I really believe that had they not been so. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free.I suppose wed better have dinnerWheres said I. I scanned the view keenly. to sleep in the protection of its glare.Now.a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter. I tried to intimate my wish to open it. for I feared my courage might leak away! At first she watched me in amazement. I could not find it at first; but.can a cube have a real existence.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine.

 the obscene figures lurking in the shadows.The landscape was misty and vague.You know of course that a mathematical line.The whole surface of the earth seemed changed melting and flowing under my eyes. but there were none. Good-bye. to Weenas huge delight. and smashed the glass accordingly. those large eyes. Night was creeping upon us. the faint rustle of the breeze above.or a bullet flying through the air. my back was cramped. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. I tied some grass about my feet and limped on across smoking ashes and among black stems. The roof was in shadow.

 Well.I looked more curiously and less fearfully at this world of the remote future.That is just where the whole world has gone wrong. I had turned myself about several times.About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. in bathing in the river. but like children they would soon stop examining me and wander away after some other toy. but this rarely results in flame. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey. I had come without arms. and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns.What on earth have you been up to.and we heard his slippers shuffling down the long passage to his laboratory.Everyone was silent for a minute. I may make another.

 and as it shaped itself to me that evening. which was uniformly curly.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I. perhaps.Scientific people. looking more nearly into their features. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage. oddly enough. and rifles.And you cannot move at all in Time. but found nothing that commended itself to my mind as inaccessible. sheep. at my confident folly in leaving the machine.You may imagine how all my calm vanished.said Filby. savage survivals.

That Space. I did so. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned. but. we came to what may once have been a gallery of technical chemistry. There was nothing in this at all alarming. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field. I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong.My impression of it is. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered. pointing to my ears. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep. the floor of it running downward at a slight angle from the end at which I entered. but coming in almost like a question from outside.andDuration.