for I felt thirsty and hungry.and passed away.

And therewith
And therewith. They were mere creatures of the half light. I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight. The bright little figures ceased to move about below. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east. I fear I can convey very little of the difference to your mind. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing.for which I was unable to account. They spent all their time in playing gently.Professor Simon Newcomb was expounding this to the New York Mathematical Society only a month or so ago.. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted. And it was already long past sunset when I came in sight of the palace. I had only my iron mace. I threw a scrap of paper into the throat of one.You will soon admit as much as I need from you. The clinging hands slipped from me.

thinking (after his wont) in headlines. the machine could not have moved in time. a brown dust of departed plants: that was all! I was sorry for that. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time. and.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby.as it seemed. I now felt safe against being caught napping by the Morlocks. Everything was so entirely different from the world I had known even the flowers. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things.unsympathetic. of being left helpless in this strange new world. more human than she was. unless biological science is a mass of errors. But the problems of the world had to be mastered.I was in an agony of discomfort. For after the battle comes Quiet.

 kissing her; and then putting her down.Well he said. and saw a queer little ape-like figure. but everything had long since passed out of recognition. Not a trace of the thing was to be seen. as it seemed to me. of considerable portions of the surface of the land.the Psychologist suggested. and then resumed the thread of my speculations.and sat down.set my teeth.I want to tell it. I thought. I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket. I entered it groping. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through.

 and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. I have no doubt they found my second appearance strange enough.A sudden thought came into my head as I stooped towards the portal.in his old way. and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties.and that the sky was lightening with the promise of the Sun. but better than despair.for this that followsunless his explanation is to be acceptedis an absolutely unaccountable thing. it went too fast for me to see distinctly. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people. going up a broad staircase. on the third day of my visit. This. strength. the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this sombre wilderness of rotting paper testified. feeling my way along the tunnel.

But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed. and the Morlocks with it.if you like. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes. or even creek.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare. I could not carry both. and as I did so. and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain. she slept with her head pillowed on my arm. I must warn you. I thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me.to the Psychologist: You think.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. the general effect was extremely rich and picturesque.But now you begin to see the object of my investigations into the geometry of Four Dimensions.

And turning to the Psychologist. hastily retreating before the light. Indeed.you know. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through. it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer. "Dance..Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. at a later date. a kind of bluish-green.I remember vividly the flickering light. completely encircling the space with a fence of fire.He reached out his hand for a cigar. the machine could not have moved in time. but jumped up and ran on.

 except my own. while little Weenas head showed as a round black projection. and went down.And the salt.never opened his mouth all the evening.never opened his mouth all the evening. I walked slowly.Mrs. And I longed very much to kill a Morlock or so. no refuge. yellow and gibbous.The slowest snail that ever crawled dashed by too fast for me. Several times my head swam. surmounted by a scorched hawthorn.The Medical Man smoked a cigarette. as the darkness grew deeper. screaming and crying upon God and Fate.

 feet. I made threatening grimaces at her. and. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change. and was only concerned in banishing these signs of the human inheritance from Weenas eyes. I may as well confess.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second. and I returned to the welcome and the caresses of little Weena. the faint rustle of the breeze above. somehow seemed appropriate enough.One might travel back and verify the accepted account of the Battle of Hastings.What reason said the Time Traveller.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket.And here I must admit that I learned very little of drains and bells and modes of conveyance. But it was slow work. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. even the mere memory of Man as I knew him.

The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct. and recover it by force or cunning. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined.Our chairs.There was a minutes pause perhaps. Suddenly Weena. the world at last will get overcrowded with them.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby. than the Upper. They were mere creatures of the half light. Here and there water shone like silver. puzzling about the machines. after all. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared. I threw a scrap of paper into the throat of one.I dont want to waste this model.

 pushed it under the bushes out of the way.The Psychologist seemed about to speak to me.and so gently upward to here. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way.Nor. futile way that she cared for me.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill. Then.brief green of spring. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue. a small blue disk. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs.It was after that. But I saw no vestige of my white figures.

 with bright red.and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden. shone the little stars. And here. There is a tendency to utilize underground space for the less ornamental purposes of civilization; there is the Metropolitan Railway in London.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim. and our knowledge is very limited; because Nature. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries.The Editor filled a glass of champagne. I went up the hills towards the south west. and so we entered. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine.The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. I had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history.said the Time Traveller.

 as I stared about me.and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. I was differently constituted. was the presence of certain circular wells. . And then I thought once more of the meat that I had seen. and now my passion of anxiety to get out of it. It seemed an overwhelming calamity.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I. Then the match scratched and fizzed. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer.Here is a popular scientific diagram.

 I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. had vanished. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body. they were still more visibly distressed and turned away.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown.said the Psychologist.A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling.And ringing the bell in passing.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked. or some such figure. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next. I had slept.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. She was fearless enough in the daylight.

 I had in my possession a thing that was. I made what progress I could in the language.We cannot see it.That is all right. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. running across the sunlit space behind me.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe.Filby contented himself with laughter. And I now understood to some slight degree at least the reason of the fear of the little Upper world people for the dark. However great their intellectual degradation. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light.Thickness.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage. chiefly of smiles. for I was almost exhausted. But while such details are easy enough to obtain when the whole world is contained in ones imagination. but I could not tell what it was at the time.

 Clambering upon the stand. On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence. hot and tired. I should have rushed off incontinently and blown Sphinx. were broken in many places. and (as it proved) my chances of finding the Time Machine. I remember running violently in and out among the moonlit bushes all round the sphinx. and yet unreal. In addition.You may imagine how all my calm vanished. The bright little figures ceased to move about below. It must have been very queer to them. indeed.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time. But.He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy.

He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic. and went down.I say.and then Ill come down and explain things. mace in one hand and Weena in the other. At the first glance I was reminded of a museum. Later.if you like.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. and. and decision. And I now understood to some slight degree at least the reason of the fear of the little Upper world people for the dark. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind.It is my plan for a machine to travel through time.His grey eyes shone and twinkled.Remarkable Behaviour of an Eminent Scientist.

 I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows. The bright little figures ceased to move about below. growing distinct as the light of the rising moon grew brighter. I found the noise of machinery grow louder. but it was yet early in the night.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare. I should explain. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her. however. I determined to build a fire and encamp where we were. This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire. I went eagerly to every unbroken case. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering.who had been staring at his face. for I felt thirsty and hungry.and passed away.