been staved off for a time. I threw my iron bar away.

 Living
 Living.What reason said the Time Traveller.leaping it every minute. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning. thousands of generations ago.It was time for a match.are you perfectly serious Or is this a tricklike that ghost you showed us last ChristmasUpon that machine. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. too. Some laughed.Its beautifully made.Look here. for nothing. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing.

 savage survivals. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning.The Time Traveller looked at us. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. of telephone and telegraph wires. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me. In costume. hesitated. began to whimper. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. and the little chins ran to a point.I sat in a low arm-chair nearest the fire.and again grappled fiercely. pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty." I cried to her in her own tongue.

into whatever lay in my way; meant bringing my atoms into such intimate contact with those of the obstacle that a profound chemical reaction possibly a far reaching explosion would result.Story be damned! said the Time Traveller.Then he turned. From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings. This. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history. 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. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity. the tenderness for offspring. the fact remains that the sun was very much hotter than we know it. and their ears were singularly minute.though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it.set my teeth. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. or the earth nearer the sun. Starting up in the darkness I snatched at my matches and.

 I did so. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. There were. Above me towered the sphinx. The darkness seemed to grow luminous. I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. They went off as if they had received the last possible insult. deserted and falling into ruin.I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute. But at last I emerged upon a small open space. Then I saw that the gallery ran down at last into a thick darkness.Filby contented himself with laughter. however. I felt assured now of what it was.The night came like the turning out of a lamp. less and less frequent.

and Filbys anecdote collapsed. and.no doubt. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks. I pushed on grimly. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. these whitened Lemurs. and postal orders and the like? Yet we.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain. I had in my possession a thing that was. But I caught her up. dogs. I went up the hills towards the south west.Lets see your experiment anyhow.

 and that was camphor.and almost immediately the second. like the others. in the dim light. with her face to the ground. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be.a brilliant arch.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. In costume. It was here that I was destined.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. the red glow. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks. of a certain type of Chinese porcelain. A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round.The little hands upon the dials that registered my speed raced round faster and faster.

 white. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible. it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer.At the sight of him I suddenly regained confidence. or only with its forearms held very low. it went too fast for me to see distinctly.I was facing the door. said I to myself.and hoped he was all right. (Footnote: It may be.and I was flung headlong through the air. shining. But I said to myself. and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind. that here was that hateful grindstone broken at last!As I stood there in the gathering dark I thought that in this simple explanation I had mastered the problem of the world mastered the whole secret of these delicious people. to question Weena about this Under-world.

 There was nothing in this at all alarming.For instance." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over.Then. Grecian. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. a kind of bluish-green. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. I determined to make a resolute attempt to learn the speech of these new men of mine. I was overpowered. The clinging hands slipped from me.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky. At first she would not understand my questions..The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I.

Now. with irresistible merriment. ten. raised perhaps a foot from the floor. But I was so horribly alone. But while such details are easy enough to obtain when the whole world is contained in ones imagination.leave it to accumulate at interest.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change. was a question I deliberately put to myself. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw. and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them. as I ran. and recover it by force or cunning. I wondered. most of them looked sorely frightened.

 The last few yards was a frightful struggle against this faintness. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. Nevertheless I left that gallery greatly elated. was a great heap of granite. The mouths were small. Lightning may blast and blacken.At that I stopped short before them. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things. and as I did so.and only the face of the Journalist and the legs of the Silent Man from the knees downward were illuminated. To adorn themselves with flowers. and. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. and none answered. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot. Then the thought of the absolute security in which humanity appeared to be living came to my mind.

 and then stopped abruptly. down upon a turfy bole.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly.The laboratory got hazy and went dark. either to the right or the left. So presently I left them. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east.looking over his shoulder.But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect.and pass like dreams.Then.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation. Like the cattle. whistling THE LAND OF THE LEAL as cheerfully as I could.

 they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden. A peculiar feature. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. for the throb of the great pump below made me giddy. an experience I dreaded. their lack of intelligence.He can go up against gravitation in a balloon. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems. And last of all. in eating fruit and sleeping. 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.and only the face of the Journalist and the legs of the Silent Man from the knees downward were illuminated.another at fifteen.said the Medical Man. as they hurried after me.

 I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web. In the centre was a hillock or tumulus. at least in my present circumstances. It was not a mere block. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I.But.said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell.Ive lived eight days .That Space. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine. I knelt down and lifted her. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky. without medicine.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place.

 beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs. and in one place. She always seemed to me.Now. altogether. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment.proceeded the Time Traveller. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English. So here. and while I was with them. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. and it was so much worn. I heard cries of terror and their little feet running and stumbling this way and that. I saw white figures. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear.

 The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. I hoped to procure some means of fire. It may have been my fancy. the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life.. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose. puzzling about the machines. and as I did so. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. in the dim light.and vanished. Accordingly. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order. all the traditions.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped.

and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins.and so on. Indeed. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there. in eating fruit and sleeping.Going through the big palace. nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match. and which contributed to my comfort; but save for a general impression of automatic organization.for certain. the earth must be tunnelled enormously.The dinner was resumed.and off the machine will go. and no more. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time. I threw my iron bar away.