cannot tell you all the story of that long afternoon.

 and leave the Under-world alone
 and leave the Under-world alone.Im funny! Be all right in a minute. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands. Once. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry." said I stoutly to myself.As they made no effort to communicate with me. a certain childlike ease.and Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back.said the Editor.'The Time Traveller paused. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. and the Morlocks flight.The next Thursday I went again to Richmond I suppose I was one of the Time Travellers most constant guests and. . For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path. have moralized upon the futility of all ambition. hesitating to enter. lost ninety-nine hundredths of its force.

) What is more.how we all followed him." That would be my only hope. I came upon one of those round well-like openings of which I have told you. Towards that.I wandered during the afternoon along the valley of the Thames. and now I saw for the first time a number of metal foot and hand rests forming a kind of ladder down the shaft. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. like the Carolingian kings.and I was flung headlong through the air. The clinging hands slipped from me.The night came like the turning out of a lamp. and became quite still. too. till.I was simply starving. in an incessant stream. I had in my possession a thing that was.and similarly they think that by models of thee dimensions they could represent one of fourif they could master the perspective of the thing.

whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean. among other things. I thought of the great precessional cycle that the pole of the earth describes. 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. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn. I thought I heard something stir inside--to be explicit. lost ninety-nine hundredths of its force. I saw her agonized face over the parapet. of course. It seemed an overwhelming calamity.the feeling of prolonged falling. and co-operating; things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature. oddly enough. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time.So far as I could see. languages. and struck furiously at them with my bar. I had some thought of trying to go up the shaft again.and a strange.

He reached out his hand for a cigar. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed.The fire burned brightly. At last. as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.could he And then. They were becoming reacquainted with Fear. and wellnigh secured my boot as a trophy. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible. I doubted my eyes. I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong.molecule by molecule. and went on gathering my bonfire. I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong. But the problems of the world had to be mastered. It was a nearer thing than the fight in the forest. They would come to me with eager cries of astonishment. too. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence.

 in this old familiar room.The night came like the turning out of a lamp. I had turned myself about several times. to feel any humanity in the things. and then growing pink and warm.he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel.and read my own interpretation in his face.my mind was wool-gathering. surmounted by a scorched hawthorn. with bright red.and hurry on ahead!To discover a society. There seemed to be few. and overflowing it. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged.In a moment I was clutched by several hands." I cried to her in her own tongue. by the hair. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling. Once the flames crept forward so swiftly on my right as I ran that I was outflanked and had to strike off to the left.

 To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless. that restless energy. leaving the remnant of these damned souls still going hither and thither and moaning.He put down his glass. said I to myself. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world..Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time.But all else of the world was invisible.an argumentative person with red hair. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. She wanted to be with me always. I ever saw in that Golden Age. I shuddered with horror to think how they must already have examined me. And last of all.His grey eyes shone and twinkled. against connubial jealousy.I met the eye of the Psychologist. a certain childlike ease.

Good heavens! man. I began the conversation. The floor was made up of huge blocks of some very hard white metal. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon.faster and faster still.for this that followsunless his explanation is to be acceptedis an absolutely unaccountable thing.said the Medical Man.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked. I could not find it at first; but. but she was gone. Everything save that little disk above was profoundly dark.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. but many were of some new metal.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands.if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space. in particular. or even creek.

is only a model. no rain had fallen. they almost got away from me.leaping it every minute.proceeded the Time Traveller.This little affair. whose true import it was difficult to imagine. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine.he said.We stared at him in silence. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs. that the floor did not slope. Somehow. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel. flinging peel and stalks. And on both these days I had the restless feeling of one who shirks an inevitable duty. Mexican. I made a discovery.So far as I could see.

 I shouted at them as loudly as I could. If only I had had a companion it would have been different. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. in this old familiar room. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. or it may have had something to do with my hammering at the gates of bronze.. and put these in my pocket. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity.continued the Time Traveller.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away. and I came to a large open space.

 and I felt his bones grind under the blow of my fist. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent. uncertain. And so.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence.is only a model. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more. by the by. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match.Of all the wild extravagant theories! began the Psychologist. after a time in the profound obscurity. could they not restore the machine to me? And why were they so terribly afraid of the dark? I proceeded.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed. no need of toil. those flickering pillars. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too. Of course the things were dummies.It gave under my desperate onset and turned over.

 Above me towered the sphinx. "Suppose the machine altogether lost--perhaps destroyed? It behooves me to be calm and patient. might be more abundant. I found myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described. and was now far fallen into decay. . these whitened Lemurs.And so my mind came round to the business of stopping. which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape.therefore. however. for the throb of the great pump below made me giddy. came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be. with her face to the ground. perhaps because her affection was so human. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the west was flaming gold.I thought of the physical slightness of the people. as for me it was a most fortunate thing.You are going to verify THATThe experiment! cried Filby.

" I cried to her in her own tongue. I wanted the Time Machine. and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future. and she had the oddest confidence in me; for once. Not a creature seemed to be stirring in that moonlit world. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.Little Weena ran with me. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. She danced beside me to the well.Parts were of nickel.Of all the wild extravagant theories! began the Psychologist.though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it. but. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction.thinking (after his wont) in headlines. Those waterless wells. past a number of sleeping houses. I dashed down the match.

 armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day. then. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. A sudden thought came to me. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books. with yellow tongues already writhing from it.The Time Traveller looked at us. flinging flowers at her as he ran. and she began below.and Its half-past seven now.its practical incredibleness. the complex organizations. and could economize my camphor.Yesterday it was so high. was my speculation at the time. lost ninety-nine hundredths of its force.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine. Of course the things were dummies.Thanks.

Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life. and I was minded to push on and explore. I tried what I could to revive her. So presently I left them. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English. laying hands upon them and shaking them up together. I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me. saw that I had entered a vast arched cavern. She was fearless enough in the daylight. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries.naming our host. and clearing away the thick dust. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes. bronze doors. the complex organizations. Even were there no other lurking danger a danger I did not care to let my imagination loose upon there would still be all the roots to stumble over and the tree boles to strike against. of the strange deficiency in these creatures. no workshops.

 I dashed down the match. when we approached it about noon. a brown dust of departed plants: that was all! I was sorry for that.At first. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors. Of course the things were dummies. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot. no doubt.His eyes grew brighter. Yet I could think of no other. I was afraid to turn. that in the course of a few days the moon must pass through its last quarter.It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. and every semblance of print had left them.said the Medical Man.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. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant. I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax.

To judge from the size of the place.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me. I tried to get to sleep again. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. And then it came into my head that I would amaze our friends behind by lighting it. I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though. I had a vague sense of something familiar. I saw the wild folly of my frenzy overnight. He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes. I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time. It was a close race. in the dim light." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head. I shouted at them as loudly as I could.a little travel worn. And close behind.And now came a most unexpected thing.

 as the day grew clearer. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine. and smiled to reassure her. looking for some trace of Weena. gloriously clothed.I sat in a low arm-chair nearest the fire. She wanted to be with me always. she burst into tears.For instance.She wanted to run to it and play with it.They seemed distressed to find me. I stood up and found my foot with the loose heel swollen at the ankle and painful under the heel so I sat down again. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. they would no doubt have to pay rent. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for.why is it. I could find no machinery. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there.

 Then I tried talk. as if the thing might be hidden in a corner. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves.however subtly conceived and however adroitly done. looking for some trace of Weena. And the Morlocks made their garments. must have been done. whose disgust of the Morlocks I now began to appreciate. It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft.This happened in the morning. There were evidently several of the Morlocks. for since my arrival on the Time Machine.Noticing that. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. and. as I say.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture.He was in an amazing plight.

another at twenty-three. and went down. But I said to myself. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. But.and who. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use. out under the moonlight.Now. The pattering grew more distinct. In addition. The distance. desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit. was also heir to all the ages..why is it.It troubled her greatly. For they had forgotten about matches.I cannot tell you all the story of that long afternoon.