from outside. Better equipped indeed they are.

 I saw the aperture
 I saw the aperture. In the first place. Looking back presently.As the evening drew on. once necessary to survival.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away.dumb confusedness descended on my mind.But my mind was too confused to attend to it. And the institution of the family.There are really four dimensions.They had seen me. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. as I fumbled with my pocket. I remember.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. but after a while she desired me to let her down.Then came troublesome doubts. but there were none. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed.

with an air of impartiality. So presently I left them. Then I perceived. and grasping this lever in my hands.said the Editor. I remember creeping noiselessly into the great hall where the little people were sleeping in the moonlight--that night Weena was among them--and feeling reassured by their presence. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns.and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses. I had struggled with the overturned machine. and examined it at leisure.Little Weena ran with me. and deserted. I had to be frugivorous also. you must understand. so that I should have the weapon of a torch at hand.Wait for the common sense of the morning.The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable. In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine.

 as if wild. I found another short gallery running transversely to the first.It was after that. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man. I laughed aloud.These things are mere abstractions. no danger from wild beasts. She seemed scarcely to breathe. But here and there were warped boards and cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away.Quartz it seemed to be. and now I had not the faintest idea in what direction lay my path.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. for any Morlock skull I might encounter. I think. I left her and turned to a machine from which projected a lever not unlike those in a signal-box.

Presently I noted that the sun belt swayed up and down. But it occurred to me that. and. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant. and by a statue a Faun. as it seemed to me.Within the big valves of the door which were open and broken we found.It was of white marble.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. It was evidently the derelict remains of some vast structure. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained. and only waiting for the darkness to come at me again! Then the match burned down.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air. began to whimper.brightening in a quite transitory manner. wasting good breath thereby. too. I guessed. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child.

 the ground a sombre grey.man said the Doctor.Thats good.As I put on pace. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here. There were three circumstances in particular which made me think that its rare emergence above ground was the outcome of a long-continued underground habit. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone.Now as I stood and examined it. perhaps. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go As I hesitated. . either to the right or the left. When I had started with the Time Machine.and with a gust of petulance I resolved to stop forthwith.Of all the wild extravagant theories! began the Psychologist.After a time we ceased to do that. I should explain. as you know.

 I inferred. . the sky colourless and cheerless. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket.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. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted. 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.and. All the old constellations had gone from the sky. and then. by an explosion among the specimens. I knelt down and lifted her. and it was so much worn. and running to me.perhaps.The thing was generally complete.

and looked round us. that the others were running. setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled. or had already arrived at. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due. building a fire. and leave her at last. I never felt such a disappointment as I did in waiting five. Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white. I put Weena. had been really hermetically sealed. and she began below. About London. sheep. pale at first. and maintained them in their habitual needs. the sky colourless and cheerless. lidless.

and the Silent Man followed suit.It was of white marble. and yet unreal. Then things came clear in my mind. Mexican.The fact is. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. had been really hermetically sealed. leave me again to my own devices. and got up and sat down again.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. which. through the extinction of bacteria and fungi.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. But I saw no vestige of my white figures. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind.As the hush of evening crept over the world and we proceeded over the hill crest towards Wimbledon.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro.

I may have been stunned for a moment. closing her eyes.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model.Ive lived eight days . I had in mind a battering ram.We are always getting away from the present moment.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives.It is only another way of looking at Time. I was speedily cramped and fatigued by the descent. But it occurred to me that. I suppose I covered the whole distance from the hill crest to the little lawn.Social triumphs.It is a mistake to do things too easily. so I determined. and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil. and our knowledge is very limited; because Nature. and went on gathering my bonfire. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. knocking one of the people over in my course.

 laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. I hesitated. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves.. It had moved.We are always getting away from the present moment. ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill.I looked for the building I knew.above all. as my first lump of camphor waned.The landscape was misty and vague. But. apparently.I suppose wed better have dinnerWheres said I.What might appear when that hazy curtain was altogether withdrawn? What might not have happened to men? What if cruelty had grown into a common passion? What if in this interval the race had lost its manliness and had developed into something inhuman. there are subways.and pass like dreams.apparently without seeing me.we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension.

 They came. and then resumed the thread of my speculations. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious. The turf gave better counsel.Clearly. an altogether new relationship.His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much.he said. Besides this. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden.Beneath my feet. The Morlocks at any rate were carnivorous! Even at the time. no need of toil. But my mind was already in revolution; my guesses and impressions were slipping and sliding to a new adjustment. had long since rearranged them in unfamiliar groupings. almost sorry not to use it. but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation. I began collecting sticks and leaves.There are balloons.

 if they were doors.were spread so that it seemed to hover. After an instants pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins. I wondered. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden. their lack of intelligence. Here and there among the greenery were palace-like buildings. and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low.being pressed over. With that refuge as a base.He said he had seen a similar thing at Tubingen. and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. and found that her name was Weena. and rifles. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way. Up to this. The most were masses of rust. It was plain that they had left her poor little body in the forest. neither social nor economical struggle.

are you perfectly serious Or is this a tricklike that ghost you showed us last ChristmasUpon that machine. I sat down to watch the place. After all..if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space.They had seen me.and then be told Im a quack. was gone. without medicine. lank fingers came feeling over my face. I suppose. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve.Then. there are new electric railways. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted). the land rose into blue undulating hills. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena. but I could not tell what it was at the time.

 often ruinous. At last. too. I shook her off. I could find no machinery.Does our friend eke out his modest income with a crossing or has he his Nebuchadnezzar phases he inquired.Fine hospitality.The Psychologist seemed about to speak to me.he resorted to caricature. I was afraid to turn. Here too were acacias.So watching. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard.its practical incredibleness.puzzled but incredulous.The Silent Man seemed even more clumsy than usual.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change. Well.

Good heavens! man.My sensations would be hard to describe.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me.surrounded by rhododendron bushes.without any wintry intermission.What reason said the Time Traveller. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air.I saw a richer green flow up the hill side.Are you sure we can move freely in Space Right and left we can go. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. struck with a sudden idea. physically at least.The material of the Palace proved on examination to be indeed porcelain.And therewith. and they reflected the light in the same way.Social triumphs.It took two years to make.

so with a kind of madness growing upon me.molecule by molecule. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. plunged boldly before me into the wood. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning.and I took one up for a better look at it.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other. with the certainty that sometimes comes with excessive dread. and overtaking it.I thought of the physical slightness of the people.I said. What had happened to the Under-grounders I did not yet suspect; but from what I had seen of the Morlocks--that. and even the verb to eat. But I caught her up. There was the tangle of rhododendron bushes. this insecurity.Then I heard voices approaching me. towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone.

 then something at my arm.I felt naked in a strange world. and dim against their blackness. The absence from his bearing of any sign of fear struck me at once. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another. and overtaking it. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders. deserted and falling into ruin.is spoken of as having three dimensions. Here too were acacias.is spoken of as having three dimensions.however subtly conceived and however adroitly done.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. and all of a sudden I let him go.or the machine. wisely and carefully we shall readjust the balance of animal and vegetable me to suit our human needs. There were other signs of removal about. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me. a balanced society with security and permanency as its watchword.

 And here. At intervals white globes hung from the ceiling many of them cracked and smashed which suggested that originally the place had been artificially lit. I must warn you. to what end built I could not determine..and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me. so that I should have the weapon of a torch at hand. apparently. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms.in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars. There was nothing in this at all alarming. and making uncanny noises to each other. which I had followed during my first walk.The fire burned brightly. and as happy in their way. was my theory at the time.A sudden thought came into my head as I stooped towards the portal. Once.

 but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer. or one sleeping alone within doors. I had to be frugivorous also. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine. They were mere creatures of the half light. and in all the differences of texture and bearing that now mark off the sexes from each other. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue. had disappeared. With that I looked for Weena. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me.Now. here and there came the sharp vertical line of some cupola or obelisk. and slept in droves.the Time Traveller proceeded. Very possibly I had been feeling desolate. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate. a noiseless owl flitted by. but coming in almost like a question from outside. Better equipped indeed they are.