past a number of sleeping houses.but indescribably frail.

 The place
 The place. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. as it seemed. But.Like an impatient fool. and something white ran past me. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. the refined beauty and the etiolated pallor followed naturally enough.You must follow me carefully. mace in one hand and Weena in the other. was the key to the whole position.said Filby.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back.shivered.

 I had little interest. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. With a sudden fright I stooped to her. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod. possibly. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared. almost sorry not to use it. 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. These people of the remote future were strict vegetarians.I had to clamber down a shaft of perhaps two hundred yards. I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows.You know how on a flat surface. but better than despair. instead of the customary hall. and saw a queer little ape-like figure.

 Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. and the voices of others among the Eloi. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. After an instants pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins. to feel any humanity in the things. either to the right or the left.have a real existenceFilby became pensive. of which I have told you.for a silver birch tree touched its shoulder. in particular. in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead. without medicine. And when I pressed her. a very great comfort. I did not see what became of them.

 reasonable daylight. and. and it will grow.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled. as I stared about me. As it seemed to me. indeed.Lets see your experiment anyhow.All these are evidently sections.when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man. signing for me to do likewise.Look at the table too.and went off with a thud. and the emotions that arise therein.he said: Now I want you clearly to understand that this lever.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky.

 And when other meat failed them.It struck my chin violently. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her. and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear.we should have shown HIM far less scepticism. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side.with his mouth full. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble.and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.Then he drew up a chair. as I believe it was. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed.. It is odd.

 and leave her at last. as it seemed to me.What might appear when that hazy curtain was altogether withdrawn? What might not have happened to men? What if cruelty had grown into a common passion? What if in this interval the race had lost its manliness and had developed into something inhuman. must be. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so. and leave her at last.. but even so. For. MINUS the head. I ran with all my might. perhaps. after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx.I cannot tell you all the story of that long afternoon. They had slid down into grooves. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match.

 I realized that there were no small houses to be seen. too. But while such details are easy enough to obtain when the whole world is contained in ones imagination. so I determined. would be out of place.I want to tell it. and. I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong. Let me put my difficulties. and past me. were creeping over my coat and back.The next night I did not sleep well. Had it not been for her I do not think I should have noticed that the floor of the gallery sloped at all. which. and done well; done indeed for all Time.Well he said.

 and I struck some to amuse them. had become disjointed. flinging peel and stalks. would take back to his tribe What would he know of railway companies. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky.Ive had a most amazing time. . with her face to the ground.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. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean.and it seemed to do him good: for he looked round the table. and as I did so. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. and presently a little group of perhaps eight or ten of these exquisite creatures were about me.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it.

 But now. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. I dashed down the match.and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes. and the nights grow dark. But it occurred to me that. I saw.too. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay.It was from her.as by intense suffering. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword. you will get it back as soon as you can ask for it. admitted a tempered light.

It is only another way of looking at Time. But all was dark. Above me shone the stars. then something at my arm. I guessed. their eyes were abnormally large and sensitive. to my mind. the Upper-world man had drifted towards his feeble prettiness. Accordingly. I had four left.I had half a mind to follow. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. I found a groove ripped in it. great dining-halls and sleeping apartments. Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake. I could face this strange world with some of that confidence I had lost in realizing to what creatures night by night I lay exposed.

 I noted for the first time that almost all those who had surrounded me at first were gone. Weena. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. I went slowly along. Very soon I had a choking smoky fire of green wood and dry sticks.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked 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. or one sleeping alone within doors. Then she gave a most piteous cry.nodding his head.I was very tired. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times. I had to be frugivorous also. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One.and a fourth. for since my arrival on the Time Machine.

 I found a groove ripped in it. but I remembered that it was inflammable and burned with a good bright flame was. pistols. aspirations. Probably my health was a little disordered. 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. But the jest was unsatisfying. I lay down on the edge. to enable me to shirk.Then Filby said he was damned. I tried to intimate my wish to open it. still motionless.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. with the certainty that sometimes comes with excessive dread. moving creature. those large eyes.

 and vanish. And it was already long past sunset when I came in sight of the palace. and so forth.Most of it will sound like lying.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity. flinging flowers at her as he ran.and saw it first. The big hall was dark. So we went down a long slope into a valley. was the date the little dials of my machine recorded."But it WAS the lawn. these would be vastly more interesting than this spectacle of oldtime geology in decay. Putting things together.

 Then. again.and pass like dreams. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. and recover it by force or cunning. and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen. and then. I had refrained from forcing them. I thrust where I judged their faces might be. and my fire had gone out. for I feared my courage might leak away! At first she watched me in amazement.Look here. neither social nor economical struggle. Very pleasant was their day. and came and hammered till I had flattened a coil in the decorations. I fancy.

and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle. I stood glaring at the blackness. It was my first fire coming after me. for I feared my courage might leak away! At first she watched me in amazement. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. perhaps. but I contained myself. I saw a small. and with such thoughts came a longing that was pain. the Upper-world man had drifted towards his feeble prettiness.I gave a cry of surprise. endlessly varied in material and style. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath. It happened that. perhaps a little roughly.as it seemed.

To judge from the size of the place. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness.So be it! Its true every word of it.Communism.It struck my chin violently. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes--everywhere.he said. had vanished. There seemed to be few. that I had not noticed this before. if a blaze were needed. to a general dwindling in size. for instance. past a number of sleeping houses.but indescribably frail.