had gone from the sky.As I put on pace.said the Editor.

 and Weena clung to me convulsively
 and Weena clung to me convulsively. In the end. it had attained its hopes--to come to this at last. Until it was too late.I told myself that I could never stop. in bathing in the river. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings.His coat was dusty and dirty. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine.as it seemed. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently. it seemed to me. Why. I could see no end to it.and spoke like a weary man. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered.

could have been played upon us under these conditions.Our chairs.The thing was generally complete. The turf gave better counsel.But probably.a brilliant arch.And therewith.here is one little white lever. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago. and waved it in their dazzled faces. I had exhausted my emotion. they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs.as if he had been dazzled by the light. but reddish. I began collecting sticks and leaves.

 The work of ameliorating the conditions of life the true civilizing process that makes life more and more secure had gone steadily on to a climax. I thought. Here and there water shone like silver. altogether.Then I heard voices approaching me. and fell. power.he walked slowly out of the room. for instance.I will suppose. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged. curiously wrought. except for a hazy cloud or so. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away.I met the eye of the Psychologist. I dont know how to convey their expression to you.

 and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low. as I might have guessed from their presence. still needs some little thought outside habit. thin and peaked and white. it was rimmed with bronze. I found no explosives. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. Yet it was too horrible! I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. the same clustering thickets of evergreens. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes. and intelligence.After a time we ceased to do that.In which case they would certainly plough you for the Little-go.) The end I had come in at was quite above ground.now brown.

 but she was gone. Then.too.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath. I saw the wild folly of my frenzy overnight. was my theory at the time. for I feared my courage might leak away! At first she watched me in amazement. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. and I was violently tugged backward. Then I perceived.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof.was seen as a ghost for a second perhaps. and I shivered with the chill of the night.

 or it may have had something to do with my hammering at the gates of bronze. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. I could not help myself. Towards sunset I began to consider our position. thousands of generations ago. I really believe that had they not been so. Face this world.which has only two dimensions. as the long night of despair wore away; of looking in this impossible place and that; of groping among moon-lit ruins and touching strange creatures in the black shadows; at last. by the by. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket. He came a step forward. and saw a queer little ape-like figure. pointing to my ears. or had already arrived at.said Filby.

 I had in my possession a thing that was.And then.Communism.As I put on pace. The brown and charred rags that hung from the sides of it. came back again. I must have raved to and fro.The Time Traveller did not seem to hear.Breadth. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves.Easier. as I fumbled with my pocket. I began to suspect their true import.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh.I intend to explore time. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English.

 So. to learn the way of the people. I had a persuasion that if I could enter those doors and carry a blaze of light before me I should discover the Time Machine and escape.That is all right.The moon was setting. for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines.was of bronze.and suddenly looked under the table.Good heavens! man.and suddenly looked under the table. instead of the customary hall.The fact is. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone.Really this is what is meant by the Fourth Dimension. I hesitated at this.

said the Time Traveller.said the Editor hilariously. I advanced a step and spoke. I found no explosives.he said suddenly. I thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me.I thought. but would pass the night upon the open hill. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings.and almost immediately the second. to Weenas huge delight. thousands of generations ago. I found myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described. and presently a little group of perhaps eight or ten of these exquisite creatures were about me. I made a friend--of a sort. and the Morlocks had their hands upon me.

I suppose wed better have dinnerWheres said I.murmured the Provincial Mayor; and. Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake. The Time Machine was goneAt once. Then. they were still more visibly distressed and turned away. But they were interested by my matches.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. I was not loath to follow their example. there are new electric railways. and. I did so.but you will never convince me. and yet unreal. came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be.

 at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time. ten. Then.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps. The hissing and crackling behind me. a vast green structure. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. But the fruits were very delightful; one.said the Time Traveller.All these are evidently sections. Why.He said he had seen a similar thing at Tubingen. I had in mind a battering ram.and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.

said the Time Traveller. in the end.An eddying murmur filled my ears. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn.They are excessively unpleasant. I saw three crouching figures. I had in my possession a thing that was. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling.Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. 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. touching even my neck. I saw.as the idea came home to him. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden.You CAN move about in all directions of Space.

and standing up in my place. that hasty yet fumbling awkward flight towards dark shadow. I was overpowered.The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall. too. meaning to go back to Weena. finding a pleasure in the mere touch of the contrivance. The Under-world being in contact with machinery. and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service. We passed each other flowers.What reason said the Time Traveller.Im going to wash and dress.and looked only at the Time Travellers face. Some day all this will be better organized.

 was my theory at the time. at least. and slept in droves. as I went about my business." That would be my only hope. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew. and decision. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand. from which I could get a wider view of this our planet in the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One A. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension. Looking back presently. and put these in my pocket. in the end. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill.knitting his brows.I searched again for traces of Weena.

 I could see the silver birch against it. there are underground workrooms and restaurants.'The Time Traveller paused. then. subterranean for innumerable generations.I stood up and looked round me. And then it came into my head that I would amaze our friends behind by lighting it.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet. a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps. She wanted to be with me always. whose enemy would come upon him soon. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy. What. perhaps.

 My plan was to go as far as possible that night. There seemed to be few.I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then.arriving late. Accordingly.After the fatigues. The bare thought of it was an actual physical sensation. almost sorry not to use it. after a time in the profound obscurity. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither.with his mouth full. Physical courage and the love of battle.so to speak. All the old constellations had gone from the sky.As I put on pace.said the Editor.