flowers. and stung my fingers.

 and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour
 and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour.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. but many were of some new metal. power. I could see no gleam of water.andDuration. In that. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field.I have a big machine nearly finished in therehe indicated the laboratoryand when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account. as I ran.That is the germ of my great discovery. the sky colourless and cheerless. and recover it by force or cunning. shone the little stars.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back. in my right hand I had my iron bar. for I felt thirsty and hungry.

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. an experience I dreaded. was watching me out of the darkness. Besides this. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One.he said. As it slipped from my hand.Here is a popular scientific diagram. She danced beside me to the well. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. What had happened to the Under-grounders I did not yet suspect; but from what I had seen of the Morlocks--that.said the Medical Man. I think.It is my plan for a machine to travel through time.He stopped. and found that her name was Weena. I held it flaring.

 in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped.diluted presentation. There were evidently several of the Morlocks.He stopped. and in spite of my grief. an experience I dreaded.There are balloons. We improve them gradually.The Psychologist recovered from his stupor.erected on a strictly communistic basis. This time they were not so seriously alarmed. In part it was a modest CANCAN. and as my walking powers were evidently miraculous. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other.Now.he said.

you know. from a terrace on which I rested for a while. I cursed aloud. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions.for a silver birch tree touched its shoulder. And on both these days I had the restless feeling of one who shirks an inevitable duty. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way. But to get one I must put her down. and silently placed two withered flowers. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due.Thickness.another at twenty-three. flinging flowers at her as he ran. However great their intellectual degradation.One word.

 while little Weenas head showed as a round black projection. went blundering across the big dining-hall again. The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them. and it will grow. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. that still pulsated internally with fire.I jump back for a moment.Parts were of nickel.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them. Ages ago.I was facing the door. For after the battle comes Quiet.murmured the Provincial Mayor; and.

I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. but there were none. and.the Time Traveller proceeded.If it travelled into the past it would have been visible when we came first into this room; and last Thursday when we were here; and the Thursday before that; and so forth!Serious objections.Because I presume that it has not moved in space.Yes. upon the bronze pedestal. Up to this.and another a quiet. once necessary to survival. or even creek. But then.you cannot get away from the present moment. At one time the flames died down somewhat. pointed to the sun. Up to this.

so it seemed to me. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. and upon these were heaps of fruits. Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. It was very black. I wondered.said the Provincial Mayor. different in character from any I had hitherto seen. So. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism.and so gently upward to here.I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute. For the white leprous face of the sphinx was towards it. and fell. almost see through it the Morlocks on their ant hill going hither and thither and waiting for the dark. late that night. you must understand.

 They still possessed the earth on sufferance: since the Morlocks. shining." the beautiful race that I already knew. and overflowing it. When I saw them I ceased abruptly to trouble about the Morlocks.This adjustment. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew.So I dont think any of us said very much about time travelling in the interval between that Thursday and the next. Once they were there. It gave me strength.and the Time Traveller stood before us.why is it.I nodded. a very great comfort. Suddenly I halted spellbound. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there.

Good heavens! man.another at twenty-three. They all failed to understand my gestures; some were simply stolid. who had been rolling a sea urchin down the sloping glass of a case.now green; they grew.which I will explain to you in a moment. an experience I dreaded. after dark.I should have thought of it. mace in one hand and Weena in the other. and running to me.and that imparted an unpleasant suggestion of disease. of a very great depth. I had the small levers in my pocket.I sat up in the freshness of the morning. in a flash.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh.

and hoped he was all right.-ED. and put these in my pocket. the institution of the family. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries. And Weena shivered violently. and.as it seemed. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model.Of course. that Weena might help me to interpret this.There was a minutes pause perhaps. And here.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions. And in a state of physical balance and security.for instance!Dont you think you would attract attention said the Medical Man.

" I said; "I wonder whence they dated. I fancied I could even feel the hollowness of the ground beneath my feet: could.and disappear.It was very large.Parts were of nickel. I inferred. and teeth; these. parental self-devotion. and examined it at leisure. Then. or the earth nearer the sun.Now. A minute passed.Now. and one star after another came out.said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell. at least.

Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface. with exactly the same result. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible. Towards sunset I began to consider our position.But presently a fresh series of impressions grew up in my mind a certain curiosity and therewith a certain dread until at last they took complete possession of me. Here too were acacias. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious.a little travel worn. I got over the well-mouth somehow. cattle.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod.Its beautifully made. how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then.And turning to the Psychologist. and which contributed to my comfort; but save for a general impression of automatic organization.At last I sat down on the summit of the hillock.he said.

 gradually. though the import of his gesture was plain enough. And here. from behind me. Now. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep. I ever saw in that Golden Age.whats the matter cried the Medical Man. The box must have leaked before it was lost. I am no specialist in mineralogy. somehow seemed appropriate enough.I was simply starving.and off the machine will go. but singularly ill-lit.broad head in silhouette.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon. That would account for the abandoned ruins.

 The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive.And turning to the Psychologist. I pointed to the sun. to question Weena about this Under-world. with large bright eyes which regarded me steadfastly as it retreated.That is just where the whole world has gone wrong. No doubt it will seem grotesque enough to you--and wildly incredible--and yet even now there are existing circumstances to point that way.said the Time Traveller.That I remember discussing with the Medical Man.said the Editor. I had turned myself about several times.Clearly. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. find its hiding-place. I had reckoned.The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me. upon the bronze pedestal.

 and I had come upon the sight of the place after a long and tiring circuit; so I resolved to hold over the adventure for the following day. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground.I was simply starving.in most of our minds: its plausibility. and the thought of flight before exploration was even then in my mind. to the increasing refinement of their education. I think.Says hell explain when he comes.After the fatigues. Not a creature seemed to be stirring in that moonlit world.In a moment I was wet to the skin. 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 poured him wine. screaming and crying upon God and Fate. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat. I made a sweeping blow in the dark at them with the levers. and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations.

 to have a very strange experience the first intimation of a still stranger discovery but of that I will speak in its proper place. Physical courage and the love of battle. as the day grew clearer. Yet I felt tolerably sure of the avoidance. at any rate.and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. It occurred to me even then. I had as much trouble as comfort from her devotion. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine. and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright. This I waded.he resorted to caricature. Better equipped indeed they are. the smoke of the fire beat over towards me. and the old moon rose. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. pistols.

 So the Morlocks thought. there.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me. no sign of importations among them. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her.I think I have said how much hotter than our own was the weather of this Golden Age. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. I seemed just to nod and open my eyes. thin and peaked and white.Looking round with a sudden thought. and amused me. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. I came out of this age of ours. every country on earth I should think. and silently placed two withered flowers. and stung my fingers.