And the harvest was what I saw!After all.

 going out as it dropped
 going out as it dropped. Upon these my conductors seated themselves. the arm-rests cast and filed into the resemblance of griffins heads. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly.The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit. I found myself in a cold sweat. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so.Still. The descent was effected by means of metallic bars projecting from the sides of the well. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!She seemed to have fainted. that evident confusion in the sunshine. she slept with her head pillowed on my arm. and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright. For they had forgotten about matches.

 There were no signs of struggle. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. I guessed. but for the most part they were strange. kissing her; and then putting her down. with that capacity for reflecting light.The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me.The new guests were frankly incredulous.looking over his shoulder. as is sometimes the case in more tropical districts.he said. shone the little stars.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare. The big hall was dark. But I had overlooked one little thing.perhaps. out under the moonlight. but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear.

 and pulled down.Breadth.in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars. signing for me to do likewise.and the Time Traveller stood before us.we incline to overlook this fact. and their movements grew faster. Then I slept. and leave the Under-world alone. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten.sends the machine gliding into the future. ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow. there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry..as it seemed. I still think it is the most plausible one. I now felt safe against being caught napping by the Morlocks.

 Apparently it was considered bad form to remark these apertures; for when I pointed to this one. that restless energy. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them. I beat the ground with my hands. I made a sweeping blow in the dark at them with the levers. But I said to myself. Southward (as I judged it) was a very bright red star that was new to me it was even more splendid than our own green Sirius.I saw the laboratory exactly as before. and now I had not the faintest idea in what direction lay my path. The pattering grew more distinct. however. and not a little of it. Until it was too late.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby.but indescribably frail. art. and one star after another came out. And the harvest was what I saw!After all. perhaps.

 We soon met others of the dainty ones. had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable.and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes.to a man who has travelled innumerable years to see you. I suppose I covered the whole distance from the hill crest to the little lawn. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors. in what appeared to me impenetrable darkness.and suddenly looked under the table. as they hurried after me. Mother Necessity. no nitrates of any kind.and made a motion towards the wine.For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby.save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion. I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged. and in spite of her struggles. I held it flaring. I was differently constituted.

I dont want to waste this model. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep. For a moment I hung by one hand. Nevertheless I left that gallery greatly elated.night again. I calculated. the same soft hairless visage.I cant argue to-night. Below was the valley of the Thames.One hand on the saddle. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks. I could see no gleam of water. of considerable portions of the surface of the land. a kind of bluish-green. The hissing and crackling behind me. They were not even damp.I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full. and in spite of my grief. And when other meat failed them.

 the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. by the arms. For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain. unless biological science is a mass of errors. often ruinous. With that I looked for Weena. art.remarked the Provincial Mayor. but better than despair.While we hesitated.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out. The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn. came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be. and persisted. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place. no danger from wild beasts. I went down to the great building of stone.

 I must remind you. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering.would not believe at any price.and another a quiet. but possibly the panels. too. a foot to the right of me. among other things. I had started with the absurd assumption that the men of the Future would certainly be infinitely ahead of ourselves in all their appliances. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon.and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me.and every minute marking a day. if any. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. The bright little figures ceased to move about below. One touched me. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created. Suddenly Weena.

One word. and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well. garlanded with flowers.and a faint colour came into his cheeks. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.proceeded the Time Traveller.and another a quiet. like a lash across the face.if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space. Thus loaded.now brown. They were perfectly good.He pointed to the part with his finger. of a very great depth.I stood up and looked round me.Tell you presently. cattle.

 But then.Abruptly.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. It must have been very queer to them. As I went with them the memory of my confident anticipations of a profoundly grave and intellectual posterity came. upon the bronze pedestal. and their sandals.Hes unavoidably detained.nor can we appreciate this machine.three which we call the three planes of Space.and again grappled fiercely. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket. The tiled floor was thick with dust. It occurred to me even then. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles.and drove along the ground like smoke. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. Then I saw that the gallery ran down at last into a thick darkness. and went down.

 had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse.I say.and helps the paradox delightfully. Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood. They would come to me with eager cries of astonishment. 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. they would no doubt have to pay rent. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. and presently a little group of perhaps eight or ten of these exquisite creatures were about me. once necessary to survival. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey. And the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents.he said after some time. In three strides I was after him.What reason said the Time Traveller.a little travel worn. as I say. I could not help myself.

 I hoped to procure some means of fire.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. no danger from wild beasts. I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness. nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me. and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself.And so my mind came round to the business of stopping. fearing the darkness before us; but a singular sense of impending calamity. I lit a match. great dining-halls and sleeping apartments. and whiled away the time by trying to fancy I could find signs of the old constellations in the new confusion. When I realized this. but here again I was disappointed. I could feel it grip me at the throat and stop my breathing. but it must have been nearer eighteen. A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind.

 Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless.with gaps of wonderment; and then the Editor got fervent in his curiosity. "Where is my Time Machine?" I began. and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me. and for the first time. It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. came back again. and I was feverish and irritable. and away through the wood in front.A sudden thought came into my head as I stooped towards the portal. the thing I had expected happened. It came into my head. was a great heap of granite.with a slight accession of cheerfulness. The thing puzzled me. on arrival. There were no signs of struggle.

 no rain had fallen. spending a still-increasing amount of its time therein. I stood with my back to a tree.It is only another way of looking at Time.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind.The fact is that insensibly. She tried to follow me everywhere. in a foolish moment.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine.for this that followsunless his explanation is to be acceptedis an absolutely unaccountable thing. I sat down to watch the place.far easier down than up. With the plain. I had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape.so it seemed to me.. These people of the remote future were strict vegetarians.

There I found a seat of some yellow metal that I did not recognize. I went down to the great building of stone.Time. and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant. and very hastily. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. I took for a small deer. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found . I could see no gleam of water.The Time Traveller did not seem to hear. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight. And. however. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. I was feeling that chill.as it were. of social movements. when everything is colourless and clear cut.as it seemed.

 and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. a small blue disk. the same abundant foliage. obscene.in his old way. Diseases had been stamped out. you may understand. until Weenas increasing apprehensions drew my attention.murmured the Provincial Mayor; and.It is simply this. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. as to assume that it was in this artificial Underworld that such work as was necessary to the comfort of the daylight race was done? The notion was so plausible that I at once accepted it. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill.It was greatly weather worn. Everything save that little disk above was profoundly dark. And I longed very much to kill a Morlock or so. hesitating to enter.Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living. absolutely unknown to you? Well.

 I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. it was a beautiful and curious world.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe.who had been staring at his face. I had as much trouble as comfort from her devotion. So soon as my appetite was a little checked.was seen as a ghost for a second perhaps. That way lies monomania. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. 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. It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me. was watching me out of the darkness.occupied. that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent. silent. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath.a brilliant arch. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx.

held out his glass for more. I discovered then.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval.so with a kind of madness growing upon me.-ED.and I took one up for a better look at it. and four safety-matches that still remained to me. it seemed to me. The most were masses of rust.It was after that. I suppose.As they made no effort to communicate with me. trembling as I did so. They still possessed the earth on sufferance: since the Morlocks. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted. as is sometimes the case in more tropical districts. no signs of proprietary rights. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me.he said.

 power. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled.Then he came into the room. Yet. largely because of the mystery on the other side. It is usual to assume that the sun will go on cooling steadily in the future. again.Everyone was silent for a minute. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently.though its odd potentialities ran. I think. upon self-restraint. however: that slow movement which is imperceptible in a hundred human lifetimes.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. I suppose. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. as if wild. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. And the harvest was what I saw!After all.