from a terrace on which I rested for a while.

 dreaded black things
 dreaded black things. Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my levers. and no means of making a fire. In that darkling calm my senses seemed preternaturally sharpened.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man. partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed. We were soon seated together in a little stone arbour. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints. ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill.spread. as is sometimes the case in more tropical districts. but better than despair.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. with incredulous surprise.It is a law of nature we overlook. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. But then.

 But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency. Very eagerly I tried them. I thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me. and decision. perhaps a little roughly.I looked for the building I knew. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face.This possibility had occurred to me again and again while I was making the machine; but then I had cheerfully accepted it as an unavoidable risk one of the risks a man has got to take! Now the risk was inevitable.Like an impatient fool. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling.Thats good.But all else of the world was invisible. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. and my inaccessible hiding-place had still to be found. too.Still.And so my mind came round to the business of stopping.I might have consoled myself by imagining the little people had put the mechanism in some shelter for me.

And ringing the bell in passing. was also heir to all the ages. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs. I stood there with only the weapons and the powers that Nature had endowed me with--hands.wrist and knee. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there.such days as no human being ever lived before! Im nearly worn out. or little use of figurative language.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. In this decadence. A sudden thought came to me.leave it to accumulate at interest. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine. and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations. and the sight of a block of sulphur set my mind running on gunpowder. of some of you.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air.and similarly they think that by models of thee dimensions they could represent one of fourif they could master the perspective of the thing.

and we distrusted him. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs. in trying to revive the sensation of fear.said the Editor. by an explosion among the specimens. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches.THIS. the general effect was extremely rich and picturesque. I began the conversation.The Time Traveller looked at us. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. Above me towered the sphinx.I want something to eat.lighting his pipe. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat.Of course a solid body may exist. somehow seemed appropriate enough. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands.

I stood up and looked round me. uncertain.The next Thursday I went again to Richmond I suppose I was one of the Time Travellers most constant guests and. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free.Of course a solid body may exist. peering down the well. But I was so horribly alone. The sky was clear.dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks. exhausted and calling after me rather plaintively. that by chance. and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace.and a fourth. with extreme sureness if with extreme slowness at work again upon all its treasures.as if he had been dazzled by the light.

 If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second.I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine. as yet. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little. however. Little Weena. and again I failed. as I fumbled with my pocket. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity. when we approached it about noon.There I object.the absolute strangeness of everything.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate.Still they could move a little up and down. No Morlocks had approached us. and the little chins ran to a point. and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with dust.

 about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where.andDuration.My impression of it is. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. And on both these days I had the restless feeling of one who shirks an inevitable duty.he said after some time.And turning to the Psychologist. I found a far unlikelier substance.I want something to eat. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot.and suddenly looked under the table. Had I been a literary man I might. perhaps.and walked towards the staircase door. This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time.

a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter.Coming through the bushes by the White Sphinx were the heads and shoulders of men running. I got over the well-mouth somehow.I awoke a little before sunsetting.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain. I could not carry both. The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them. white.and read my own interpretation in his face. I hesitated at this.and walked towards the staircase door. and their ears were singularly minute. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery.

I dont mind telling you the story.'The Time Traveller paused.and that line.and read my own interpretation in his face. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so. if the Eloi were masters. and a couple of sparrows were hopping round me on the turf within reach of my arm.in the intense blue of the summer sky. I stood with my back to a tree.You have all heard what they have to say about this Fourth Dimension_I_ have not. shaking the human rats from me. I was oppressed with perplexity and doubt. I hesitated. Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry. going out as it dropped. But.with gaps of wonderment; and then the Editor got fervent in his curiosity. of the strange deficiency in these creatures.

 I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters. "Patience.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. in ten minutes.but presently I remarked that the confusion in my ears was gone. It made me shudder. And in a state of physical balance and security.Now. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. vanishing into dark gutters and tunnels. Yet I could think of no other. From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings.can a cube have a real existence. and now my passion of anxiety to get out of it.In the matter of sepulchre.and yet. I suppose it was the unexpected nature of my loss that maddened me. in the dim light.

and so gently upward to here.and I suggested time travelling. 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. a struggle began in the darkness about my knees.Its presentation below the threshold.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. Upon these my conductors seated themselves. and as I did so.As I put on pace. I had the small levers in my pocket. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. or little use of figurative language.and with his hands deep in his trousers pockets. whose end and side windows were blocked by fallen masses of stone. Then I slept. And close behind. including the last night of all.

only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. bronze doors. I saw her agonized face over the parapet.and strove hard to readjust it. I fancied I heard the breathing of a crowd of those dreadful little beings about me.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man.The Psychologist looked at us. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her. but everything had long since passed out of recognition. I determined to descend and find where I could sleep. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions. Diseases had been stamped out. perhaps a little harshly. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel. I could feel it grip me at the throat and stop my breathing. they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind.Then.

 laid with what seemed a meal.Filby sat behind him. Then. And they were filthily cold to the touch. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!She seemed to have fainted. As I thought of that. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem. I ran round it furiously.Most of it will sound like lying. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so. and. I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks. I knew not what. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing.and thickness. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate. was the key to the whole position. Little Weena.

 I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even.and showed you the actual thing itself. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world. but I contained myself. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way.The new guests were frankly incredulous. And what. staggered aside. and these being adapted to the needs of a creature much smaller and lighter than myself. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits. I saw a real aristocracy. as I scanned the slope." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head. a very great comfort. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active.And now came a most unexpected thing.That climb seemed interminable to me.

 In the end.I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour. nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match. even a library! To me. the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of rust and lignite.'The Time Traveller paused. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems.You read.and again grappled fiercely. Here was the same beautiful scene. What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing. and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium. as I fumbled with my pocket.to a man who has travelled innumerable years to see you. I began to feel over the parapet for the climbing hooks. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. the fierce jealousy. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs.

 had decayed to a mere beautiful futility. hot and tired. I cannot account for it. I tried them again about the well. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted. I inferred. and the like conveniences.Now as I stood and examined it. I could not find it at first; but. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces. my feet were grasped from behind.said the Time Traveller.Also.Well. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side.nodding his head.

 All the time.Through that long night I held my mind off the Morlocks as well as I could. two white forms that had been approaching Weena dashed hastily away.We cannot see it.Really this is what is meant by the Fourth Dimension. I fell upon my face. and I struck some to amuse them. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. Grecian. how speedily I came to disregard these little people. danger.said the Medical Man. My iron bar still gripped. sometimes fresher. and then come languor and decay. but everything had long since passed out of recognition.said the Psychologist. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear.

in the intermittent darknesses.Look at the table too.A pitiless hail was hissing round me. or one sleeping alone within doors. I followed in the Morlocks path. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her. staggered a little way.Then he spoke again.But come into the smoking-room. and. and in this future age it was complete.in most of our minds: its plausibility.The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay.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. I struck another light.more massive than any buildings of our own time. from a terrace on which I rested for a while.