exhilaration.Fruit.or the machine.

 I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even
 I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even. They moved hastily. laying hands upon them and shaking them up together. as the darkness grew deeper. rather foolishly. and overtaking it. and interpolated therewith.And the whole tableful turned towards the door. indeed.They seemed distressed to find me. It was not a mere block. and they were closing in upon me. and the nights grow dark.interrupted the Psychologist. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs. and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace.And on the heels of that came another thought.

 And. The main current ran rather swiftly. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box. going up a broad staircase. and for a moment I was free. for instance. too. For. for the throb of the great pump below made me giddy.and showed you the actual thing itself. I think. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. In the next place.Well said the Psychologist. Then I felt other soft little tentacles upon my back and shoulders. I discovered then. In my trouser pocket were still some loose matches.

 The air was free from gnats. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. Examining the panels with care I found them discontinuous with the frames.But wait a moment. and the twilight deepened into night.so that the room was brilliantly illuminated. with my hands clutching my hair. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery.and hoped he was all right. whose true import it was difficult to imagine. in an air-tight case. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued. imperfect; but I know it was a dull white. I could not carry both.And now I must be explicit. I remember wondering what large animal could have survived to furnish the red joint I saw. By contrast with the brilliancy outside.

 I saw a real aristocracy.The slowest snail that ever crawled dashed by too fast for me. And last of all. I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though. in which a star was visible. there are new electric railways. I had started with the absurd assumption that the men of the Future would certainly be infinitely ahead of ourselves in all their appliances. all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world. I laughed at that. by the arms.I looked for the building I knew. a foot to the right of me. The hill side was quiet and deserted. and sat down upon the turf. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato.

 In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive. as it seemed to me. to dance. that the children of that time were extremely precocious. I looked at the lawn again.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time. intellectual as well as physical. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears.Presently I noted that the sun belt swayed up and down. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders. a slender loophole in the wall. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket.Then.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air.But come into the smoking-room. but found nothing that commended itself to my mind as inaccessible.though its all humbug.

 the red glow. I felt very differently towards those bronze doors. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks.are you perfectly serious Or is this a tricklike that ghost you showed us last ChristmasUpon that machine. as I might have guessed from their presence.But now you begin to see the object of my investigations into the geometry of Four Dimensions. The floor was made up of huge blocks of some very hard white metal. I have a memory of horrible fatigue. and in spite of my grief. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. though I dont know what it meant. as I see it. It was. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine.his queer.When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized.

 the thing itself had been worn away. though the import of his gesture was plain enough.why is it.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. and she kissed my hands. I observed far off. Until it was too late. shook it again.said the Time Traveller.Then he spoke again.he lapsed into an introspective state.It gave under my desperate onset and turned over.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway.What strange developments of humanity. the ground a sombre grey. perhaps because her affection was so human.

 Had it not been for her I do not think I should have noticed that the floor of the gallery sloped at all. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. I felt assured now of what it was.Look here. however perfect. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through. and yet unreal. different in character from any I had hitherto seen. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot.Professor Simon Newcomb was expounding this to the New York Mathematical Society only a month or so ago.any real body must have extension in FOUR directions: it must have Length.Not a bit. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind.SeeI think so. But here and there were warped boards and cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough. the flames of the burning forest.the other on the lever.

 A minute passed. But.said the Medical Man. past a number of sleeping houses.He smiled quietly.still smiling faintly. and striking another match.and sat myself in the saddle. But that troubled me very little now. for a time. my temper got the better of me. this second species of Man was subterranean. perhaps a little roughly. He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes.and Its half-past seven now. shaking the human rats from me.The geometry.

 We see some beginnings of this even in our own time. garlanded with flowers. left little time for reflection. that evident confusion in the sunshine.said the Time Traveller. I was in the dark--trapped. who would follow me a little distance.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. was a kind of island in the forest. Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal. completely encircling the space with a fence of fire. Here and there rose a white or silvery figure in the waste garden of the earth. out under the moonlight.another at twenty-three. signing for me to do likewise. I shook her off. and.

Its presentation below the threshold. that the others were running. it seemed to me. like the others. There were no shops.I sat in a low arm-chair nearest the fire. Yet I could think of no other. The pedestal was hollow. past a number of sleeping houses.for instance. I took for a small deer. or little use of figurative language.He pointed to the part with his finger. I cannot even say whether it ran on all-fours. and leave the Under-world alone. danger. They had never impressed me as being very strong.

 too. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered.I took a breathing space. for the night was very clear. of the strange deficiency in these creatures. the institution of the family.As I did so the shafts of the sun smote through the thunderstorm. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world.backward and forward freely enough.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling.. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath. and overtaking it. in fact.But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect.I sat up in the freshness of the morning.

and remain there. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. She shivered as though the topic was unendurable.thinking (after his wont) in headlines. I had seen none upon the hill that night. and along the face of it I saw an inscription in some unknown character. came the possibility of losing my own age. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped. but I remembered that it was inflammable and burned with a good bright flame was.looking over his shoulder.Whats the game said the Journalist. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel. I laughed at that.brief green of spring. but after a while she desired me to let her down.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby.

a certain journalist. I really believe that had they not been so. for I was almost exhausted. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things. But I did not stay to look. I suppose it was the unexpected nature of my loss that maddened me. two miles perhaps." I said; "I wonder whence they dated.He took one of the small octagonal tables that were scattered about the room. in particular. and was lit by rare slit-like windows. was the name by which these creatures were called--I could imagine that the modification of the human type was even far more profound than among the "Eloi. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks.faster and faster still. Great shapes like big machines rose out of the dimness.

and the little machine suddenly swung round.The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage.was of bronze. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man.and since then . wondering where I could bathe. as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. The forest. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note.Story be damned! said the Time Traveller.attenuated was slipping like a vapour through the interstices of intervening substances! But to come to a stop involved the jamming of myself.therefore. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little.and Its half-past seven now. now a seedless grape.

 too. But at last I emerged upon a small open space. I did so. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath.for instance. there are underground workrooms and restaurants.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. I lit another piece of camphor. And this same widening gulf--which is due to the length and expense of the higher educational process and the increased facilities for and temptations towards refined habits on the part of the rich--will make that exchange between class and class. My pockets had always puzzled Weena. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears.I got up after a time. Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. But. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs.Thats good. But I said to myself.

I gave a cry of surprise. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. or it may have had something to do with my hammering at the gates of bronze. I was in the dark--trapped. you may understand.erected on a strictly communistic basis. and found that her name was Weena. Things that are now mere dreams had become projects deliberately put in hand and carried forward. left little time for reflection.three which we call the three planes of Space. and clearing away the thick dust. of course. And so.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet.They merged at last into a kind of hysterical exhilaration.Fruit.or the machine.