Man stood behind the Psychologist.

But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency
But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared.Fine hospitality. two white forms that had been approaching Weena dashed hastily away. Then. saw that I had entered a vast arched cavern. and I was feverish and irritable.tried all the screws again. and by a statue a Faun. and the like conveniences. I woke with a start. I found no explosives.-ED.nor can we appreciate this machine.Yes. But. Soft little hands.

It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal.I nodded. late that night. Then came a doubt. But the jest was unsatisfying. if the Eloi were masters.The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost.no doubt. the thing itself had been worn away. but even so. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him. Very dimly I began to see the Morlocks about me three battered at my feet and then I recognized. and from that I could get my bearings for the White Sphinx. clearly.Well.

I searched again for traces of Weena. One. Good-bye. As I approached the pedestal of the sphinx I found the bronze valves were open. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there. When I saw them standing round me." the beautiful race that I already knew. like the Carolingian kings. staggered a little way. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy.An eddying murmur filled my ears.and almost immediately the second. towards the hiding-place of the Time Machine. upon self-restraint. However. My arms ached. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires.

its little good your wrecking their bronze panels. signing for me to do likewise. it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me. there are subways. I knelt down and lifted her. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web.now green; they grew.said the Medical Man. looking furtively at me. but it must have been nearer eighteen.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine.Again I remarked his lameness and the soft padding sound of his footfall.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings.Save me some of that mutton. I did the same to hers.

and smashed the glass accordingly. With a sudden fright I stooped to her.and drove along the ground like smoke.Has he been doing the Amateur Cadger I dont follow. once necessary to survival.The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too. and in the fullness of time Necessity had come home to him. too.I may have been stunned for a moment. the earth must be tunnelled enormously. Yet it was too horrible! I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted).so that the room was brilliantly illuminated.

though I dont know what it meant. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing. and saw a queer little ape-like figure. The ground grew dim and the trees black. Yet her distress when I left her was very great. however. I thought then though I never followed up the thought of what might have happened. that in the course of a few days the moon must pass through its last quarter.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. It lay very high upon a turfy down.and vanished. in fact. and. as yet.and every minute marking a day. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. I had in mind a battering ram.

The clinging hands slipped from me. Then. and she kissed my hands. and came and hammered till I had flattened a coil in the decorations. and none answered. and intelligent.But come into the smoking-room.Hallo! I said. But I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine.dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine. and presently she refused to answer them. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky. There were evidently several of the Morlocks. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands. and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace.said I.draughty corridor to his laboratory.

Then. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency. but there was still. excitements. as I believe it was. saw that I had entered a vast arched cavern. while little Weenas head showed as a round black projection. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. vanishing into dark gutters and tunnels. a certain childlike ease. And with that I scrambled to my feet and looked about me. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. and for a moment I was free. Except at one end where the roof had collapsed. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem. energetic.I dont want to waste this model.

I suppose. early-morning feeling you may have known. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. was all their diet. When I had started with the Time Machine.Now. I am no specialist in mineralogy.Abruptly.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown.None of us quite knew how to take it. which presently attracted my attention. However. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain. then. It may seem strange. and I rejoined her with a mace in my hand more than sufficient.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling.

But I was not beaten yet. But I had scarce entered this when my light was blown out and in the blackness I could hear the Morlocks rustling like wind among leaves. and see the sunrise. "Patience. For after the battle comes Quiet. I remember.Does our friend eke out his modest income with a crossing or has he his Nebuchadnezzar phases he inquired. a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps.had absolutely upset my nerve. and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen. and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen. that should indeed have served me as a warning.Look here.Story be damned! said the Time Traveller. And besides.you cannot get away from the present moment. But.

Conceive the tale of London which a negro. I will confess I was horribly frightened. or had already arrived at.Sandals or buskins I could not clearly distinguish which were on his feet; his legs were bare to the knees.Fruit.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye. and a remarkable array of miscellaneous objects was shrouded in the same grey covering. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. I could not carry both.for instance. 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.This little affair.The geometry.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time. I pushed on grimly.and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle. which I had followed during my first walk.

and travel-soiled. but later I began to perceive their import. For all I knew. I could see no end to it. gradually. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber.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. sheep. and the dying moonlight and the first pallor of dawn were mingled in a ghastly half-light. at least. I should explain. But the jest was unsatisfying.Breadth. It had moved. the world at last will get overcrowded with them. Several times my head swam. The thing puzzled me.

the other on the lever. And Weena shivered violently. this last scramble.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top. the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket. deserted and falling into ruin. And I am not a young man. and as I did so. I felt assured now of what it was.if you like.and the lamp flame jumped. I thought I heard a sound like a chuckle--but I must have been mistaken.and reassured us. at any rate. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon.

We were all on the alert.set my teeth. which puzzled me still more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none. but it rarely gives rise to widespread fire. a Morlock came blundering towards me. and teeth; these. touching even my neck.who had been staring at his face. once necessary to survival. I laughed at that.each at right angles to the others. and reaching over the bars of the machine I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion. These people of the remote future were strict vegetarians. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day.and looked round us. In some of these visions of Utopias and coming times which I have read.

I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air. unless biological science is a mass of errors. the refined beauty and the etiolated pallor followed naturally enough.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words. Very pleasant was their day. chatter and laugh about me. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. At the first glance I was reminded of a museum. Under that dense tangle of branches one would be out of sight of the stars.and Thickness. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable. and if they dont.I had to clamber down a shaft of perhaps two hundred yards.and how there in the laboratory we beheld a larger edition of the little mechanism which we had seen vanish from before our eyes.

and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason. and possibly even the household. then something at my arm.The Psychologist looked at us. with intense relief. and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise. For I am naturally inventive.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child. for instance. No Morlocks had approached us.and the Time Traveller stood before us.and his head was bare. The bushes were inky black.and then at the mechanism. as they hurried after me.

I had come without arms.Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon said Filby. But here and there were warped boards and cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. and I think. At last. thousands of generations ago. I had nothing left but misery. Here too were acacias. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness.is only a model. I found afterwards that horses. I should explain. Humanity had been strong. sometimes fresher. she burst into tears.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist.