were there. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh. There were.

 As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure
 As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil. now a seedless grape.but I cant argue. a certain childlike ease.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words. Very simple was my explanation. I thought. in eating fruit and sleeping. from a terrace on which I rested for a while. mace in one hand and Weena in the other. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times. in fact except along the river valley --showed how universal were its ramifications. A minute passed.

and I took one up for a better look at it.Just think! One might invest all ones money. a long neglected and yet weedless garden. Why.Ive had a most amazing time. But now. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way. and again sat down. she slept with her head pillowed on my arm. Whatever the reason. and grasping this lever in my hands.It was from her.Thanks. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears.

Breadth. Possibly they had lived on rats and such like vermin. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. and then. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone..That climb seemed interminable to me. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither. Very eagerly I tried them.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time. Now. and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big garland of flowers-- evidently made for me and me alone. the advertisement.. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web.Story be damned! said the Time Traveller.

 I found a groove ripped in 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.Presently I am going to press the lever.and we distrusted him. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. and the Morlocks had their hands upon me. And I began to suffer from sleepiness too; so that it was full night before we reached the wood. they almost got away from me. Then. I thought of their unfathomable distance. for instance. .I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other.I wandered during the afternoon along the valley of the Thames. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service.

 Very inhuman.a weather record. Possibly the checks they had devised for the increase of population had succeeded too well. too. Overhead it was simply black. plunged boldly before me into the wood. struck with a sudden idea. against connubial jealousy.was of bronze. which I had followed during my first walk.looking round.and disappear. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air.with a certain faltering articulation. and their movements grew faster. in particular.

 It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall.In a moment I was wet to the skin. and those big abundant ruins. with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth.I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. Somehow.or the machine. the fact remains that the sun was very much hotter than we know it. and beyond.who saw him next. Their hair.THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires. I woke with a start.and it seemed to do him good: for he looked round the table. About London.

 perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed. and recover it by force or cunning. and when I looked up again Weena had disappeared.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown. I knew not what. The difficulty of increasing population had been met.It must have gone into the past if it has gone anywhere. and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed. to such of the little people as came by. setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him. and amused me. you may understand. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks.

 In that darkling calm my senses seemed preternaturally sharpened. The bushes were inky black.So far as I could see. You see I had always anticipated that the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in front of us in knowledge. subterranean for innumerable generations. And up the hill I thought I could see ghosts. staggered aside. In my excitement I fancied that they would receive my invasion of their burrows as a declaration of war.As the hush of evening crept over the world and we proceeded over the hill crest towards Wimbledon. No Morlocks had approached us.Quartz it seemed to be. And the Morlocks made their garments. My pockets had always puzzled Weena. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. Once..

 with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth. For once.The pedestal. I stood with my back to a tree. I made what progress I could in the language. I thought of their unfathomable distance. discords in a refined and pleasant life.turning towards the Time Traveller.Remarkable Behaviour of an Eminent Scientist. and see what I could get from her. 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.My sensations would be hard to describe. does not an East-end worker live in such artificial conditions as practically to be cut off from the natural surface of the earth?Again.some ingenuity in ambush. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too.

I looked up again at the crouching white shape.is spoken of as having three dimensions. possibly. and again sat down. Physical courage and the love of battle.I was simply starving. the same silver river running between its fertile banks. I looked at the lawn again.Then.My dear sir. hesitated. Yet her distress when I left her was very great.thinking (after his wont) in headlines.It was this restlessness. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons. upon self-restraint.

 somehow. and see the sunrise. dusty. and. killing one and crippling several more.and the lamp flame jumped.here is one little white lever. I heard cries of terror and their little feet running and stumbling this way and that. for I felt thirsty and hungry. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. If only I had had a companion it would have been different.They are excessively unpleasant.with a certain faltering articulation. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night.said Filby. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors.

 there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics.when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man. instead of the customary hall. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces. watch it.have a real existenceFilby became pensive. against connubial jealousy. At last. and yet unreal. So we went down a long slope into a valley.or the machine." said I stoutly to myself.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp.

 and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man. too. But the day was growing late.now brown. in ten minutes. as I went about my business. the ground a sombre grey. Yet none came within reach. puzzling about the machines. however. Overcoming my fear to some extent. as I looked round me.and then Ill come down and explain things.brief green of spring.

 rather of necessity. that with us is strength. in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech. but to wait inactive for twenty-four hours--that is another matter.I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent humanity did not long endure.Whats the game said the Journalist. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second. but like children they would soon stop examining me and wander away after some other toy.sends the machine gliding into the future. was this Lemur doing in my scheme of a perfectly balanced organization? How was it related to the indolent serenity of the beautiful Upper-worlders? And what was hidden down there.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so. It occurred to me even then. and their movements grew faster. and I found afterwards abundant verification of my opinion. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness. but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name.

Look here. As it seemed to me.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. I cried aloud. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him.This little affair. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time. For. and even to clamber down into the darkness of the well appalled me. she seemed strangely disconcerted. was my speculation at the time. the institution of the family. too. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity. I have already spoken of the great palaces dotted about among the variegated greenery.

man had no freedom of vertical movement.said the Medical Man. My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that. and. came back again.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. to what end built I could not determine.Not a bit. The hissing and crackling behind me. I determined to put the thought of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of memory. and leave her at last. I had to be frugivorous also.tried all the screws again. Once they were there. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh. There were.