comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame.

 It seemed an overwhelming calamity
 It seemed an overwhelming calamity. and all of a sudden I let him go. It came into my head. have moralized upon the futility of all ambition.shy man with a beard whom I didnt know.I think I see it now. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light.he lapsed into an introspective state. It happened that. and. she began to pull at me with her little hands.Above me. with incredulous surprise.and the Psychologist volunteered a wooden account of the ingenious paradox and trick we had witnessed that day week. hastily striking one. Yet a certain feeling.

The enemy I dreaded may surprise you.said the Time Traveller. all greatly corroded and many broken down.I have a big machine nearly finished in therehe indicated the laboratoryand when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account. I must remind you. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey.I looked round for the Time Traveller. mace in one hand and Weena in the other. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me. Like the others. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks. so soon as I struck a match in order to see them. the same clustering thickets of evergreens.Well he said. No doubt the exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the outcome of the last surgings of the now purposeless energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect harmony with the conditions under which it lived the flourish of that triumph which began the last great peace.It was from her.

 Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me.In a circular opening. too.It was from her. and presently she refused to answer them. and ran along by the side of me. What so natural. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match. I did the same to hers.said the Medical Man.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. Then I tried talk.save for spasmodic jumping and the inequalities of the surface. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here.being his patents.

 I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. and the old moon rose. A pair of eyes. my feet were grasped from behind. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks.and we heard his slippers shuffling down the long passage to his laboratory. the flames of the burning forest.Abruptly.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare. if a blaze were needed. art. In three strides I was after him. Then.

 The clinging hands slipped from me.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right. and struck furiously at them with my bar. in this old familiar room. and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement. in their interest. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine. to a general dwindling in size.he said. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here. for the throb of the great pump below made me giddy. I made a sweeping blow in the dark at them with the levers. were watching me with interest.and vanished. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves.Yesterday it was so high.

and since then . too. They went off as if they had received the last possible insult.he said after some time. I could not carry both. I doubted my eyes.There I found a seat of some yellow metal that I did not recognize. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose. as they approached me. A peculiar feature. perhaps.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. above ground you must have the Haves.and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning.I want something to eat.Fine hospitality.

 Besides this.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh. There were no hedges. the balance being permanent. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes. were fairly complex specimens of metalwork.It was from her.I lugged over the lever.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so. to question Weena about this Under-world. Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze.since it must have travelled through this time. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week. among the black bushes behind us. But.

 and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands. in the light of the rising moon.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me. out under the moonlight. It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft. to whom fire was a novelty. as they hurried after me. Suddenly Weena. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. I went down to the great building of stone. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. and if they dont.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh. You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created.

 dogs.I saw the white figure more distinctly. in ten minutes.and overwhelmingly powerful? I might seem some old world savage animal. Clearly that was the next thing to do. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. One corner I saw was charred and shattered; perhaps. I went slowly along.the Very Young Man thought. I put Weena.and that line. Then I got a big pebble from the river.truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers.however.I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine.

 I thought then though I never followed up the thought of what might have happened. and put it about my neck.he resorted to caricature.and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension.I took Weenas hand. he argued. nocturnal Thing.and remain there. an experience I dreaded.in shape something like a winged sphinx. I calculated. by the hair. in trying to revive the sensation of fear.Then. and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end.getting up.

I said. But. The thing puzzled me. for instance. to the ventilating towers.Like an impatient fool. there are underground workrooms and restaurants. into the round openings in the sides of the tables. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short. and it strengthened my belief in a perfect conquest of Nature.he said. and I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena. I fell upon my face.The dinner was resumed. and so we entered. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service.

and passed away. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people. I was glad to find. including the last night of all. But how it got there was a different problem.. the dawn came.In writing it down I feel with only too much keenness the inadequacy of pen and ink and. I hesitated.I should have thought of it.. And the intelligence that would have made this state of things a torment had gone. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed. Then I saw that the gallery ran down at last into a thick darkness. hastily retreating before the light. Later.

 I felt assured now of what it was. rather foolishly. I had not.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air. Conceive the tale of London which a negro. "No. or one sleeping alone within doors. now a seedless grape. come to think.For a minute.The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other.therefore. And here. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew. as I fumbled with my pocket.

 no social question left unsolved. their eyes were abnormally large and sensitive.I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine. The bare thought of it was an actual physical sensation. I shivered violently. apparently. There were numbers of guns. as I see it. of course. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks. I pushed on grimly. NOW. the institution of the family. and I felt all the sensations of falling. hesitating to enter.to the Psychologist: You think.

 My first was to secure some safe place of refuge. But. could they not restore the machine to me? And why were they so terribly afraid of the dark? I proceeded. but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer. I was surprised to see a large estuary.This adjustment. There was scrub and long grass all about us. for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me. At first I did not realize their blindness. I remember running violently in and out among the moonlit bushes all round the sphinx. the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species. I thought.said the Editor.but I cant argue.Filby sat behind him.said Filby.

 he argued. Like the cattle. are indeed no longer weak.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. These people of the remote future were strict vegetarians.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe. she began to pull at me with her little hands. and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body.and Dash.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements. for I was almost exhausted. And. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs. And why had they taken my Time Machine?So we went on in the quiet. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame.