bushes towards the hill again.

 all the world displayed the same exuberant richness as the Thames valley
 all the world displayed the same exuberant richness as the Thames valley. was a kind of island in the forest.However. was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. on arrival. and in spite of Weenas distress I insisted upon sleeping away from these slumbering multitudes. unless biological science is a mass of errors. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge. Somehow such things must be made. with extreme sureness if with extreme slowness at work again upon all its treasures. and smashed the glass accordingly. I was afraid to turn. Why should I trouble myself? These Eloi were mere fatted cattle. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full. though the import of his gesture was plain enough. I could not find it at first; but.

 There were no hedges. it is more like the sorrow of a dream than an actual loss. and still better. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers. It was plain that they had left her poor little body in the forest.Its plain enough.some faint brown shreds of cloud whirled into nothingness. deserted in the central aisle.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. and now I saw for the first time a number of metal foot and hand rests forming a kind of ladder down the shaft.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been.All these are evidently sections.For a minute.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp.I saw his feet as he went out.-ED.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence.

 For once. For after the battle comes Quiet. Above me towered the sphinx. and it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again.But the great difficulty is this. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. Happily then. and upon these were heaps of fruits. I. one very hot morning--my fourth.far easier down than up.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions.started convulsively.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back. endlessly varied in material and style. We passed each other flowers. I was wrong.

 It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew.Then he drew up a chair.I saw the laboratory exactly as before. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. to the increasing refinement of their education. and pattering like the rain.or a bullet flying through the air. but possibly the panels.They seemed distressed to find me.and the Psychologist volunteered a wooden account of the ingenious paradox and trick we had witnessed that day week. And a great quiet had followed. a slender loophole in the wall.But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect. was watching me out of the darkness.I say. they would no doubt have to pay rent.I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute.

 as if wild. in their interest. This I waded. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. somehow.brief green of spring. I threw my iron bar away. and all of a sudden I let him go. too.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table. raised perhaps a foot from the floor. in making love in a half-playful fashion.Then he drew up a chair.The building had a huge entry. Yet her distress when I left her was very great. So soon as my appetite was a little checked.

 must be. the full moon.I want something to eat. without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches. Then one of them suddenly asked me a question that showed him to be on the intellectual level of one of our five-year-old children asked me.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about.it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half past three!I drew a breath.Above me. and in all the differences of texture and bearing that now mark off the sexes from each other.the Editor aforementioned.the Editor aforementioned. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious.Then the Time Traveller asked us what we thought of it all. are common features of nocturnal things-- witness the owl and the cat. surmounted by a scorched hawthorn. of a certain type of Chinese porcelain. With the plain.

 the ground came up against these windows. But the fruits were very delightful; one.and took it off at a draught.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. So presently I left them. the feeding of the Under-world.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. energetic..Weena had been hugely delighted when I began to carry her.that is. that hasty yet fumbling awkward flight towards dark shadow. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves. and empty save for a few horizontal bars far down in the sunset. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey.

I will.Parts were of nickel. and when I woke again it was full day. even the mere memory of Man as I knew him. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand.Whats the game said the Journalist. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease. and most of them. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem." said I to myself.for instance!Dont you think you would attract attention said the Medical Man. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason.when the putting together was nearly done.the Time Traveller proceeded. Exploring.

 I was caught by the neck. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. for instance.for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted. and I was violently tugged backward. power. but that this bleached. Then I got a big pebble from the river. A pair of eyes." said I stoutly to myself. For that. and peering down into the shafted darkness. above the subsiding red of the fire. And very little doses I found they were before long. and the bitterness of death came over my soul.

and took up the Psychologists account of our previous meeting. This.he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel..set my teeth. some in ruins and some still occupied.The camphor flickered and went out. This.built of glimmer and mist. When I had started with the Time Machine. would be out of place. Somehow such things must be made. Grecian.as I went on. and I was thinking of these figures all the morning. the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of rust and lignite.Its against reason.

 was fast asleep. It was.then this morning it rose again. I had judged the strength of the lever pretty correctly. There several times. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other. hot and tired. and I struck some to amuse them. If they mean to take your machine away. deserted and falling into ruin. perhaps. Some laughed.nodding his head.At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. which presently attracted my attention.

 however. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither. It had moved. Accordingly. I believe she would have cast herself into it had I not restrained her. In my excitement I fancied that they would receive my invasion of their burrows as a declaration of war. I must remind you. which. and at the same time feel for the studs over which these fitted. then. Now. (Footnote: It may be. to my mind. The attachment of the levers--I will show you the method later-- prevented any one from tampering with it in that way when they were removed. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot. and. and the white Things of which I went in terror.

scarcely larger than a small clock. but coming in almost like a question from outside. But my mind was already in revolution; my guesses and impressions were slipping and sliding to a new adjustment.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested.in the intermittent darknesses.he said. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. was fast asleep. and almost swung me off into the blackness beneath. I judged.I do not know how long I sat peering down that well.we should have shown HIM far less scepticism.My dear sir. The little brutes were close upon me.Then. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. and fell over one of the malachite tables.

 This appeared to be devoted to minerals.Then he drew up a chair. At last. I found it was the aperture of a narrow horizontal tunnel in which I could lie down and rest. and pattering like the rain. but nothing came of it.Lend me your hand. I was careful. I began to feel over the parapet for the climbing hooks. Better equipped indeed they are. to enable me to shirk. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go As I hesitated. how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then.. had vanished.His eyes grew brighter.I flung myself into futurity.

 nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors. and deserted.nor can we appreciate this machine. that I had not noticed this before. I had in mind a battering ram. and was hid. are common features of nocturnal things-- witness the owl and the cat. was my speculation at the time.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. It is odd. But the jest was unsatisfying. was a question I deliberately put to myself. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. among other things. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. was nevertheless. It may seem strange.

As I walked I was watching for every impression that could possibly help to explain the condition of ruinous splendour in which I found the world for ruinous it was.Look here. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another. Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. but later I began to perceive their import. killing one and crippling several more. would be more efficient against these Morlocks. Thus loaded. At last. took off my shoes..I was very tired. I saw a real aristocracy. I followed in the Morlocks path. Here and there I found traces of the little people in the shape of rare fossils broken to pieces or threaded in strings upon reeds. now a sweeter and larger flower. I rolled over.

 ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill. That is the drift of the current in spite of the eddies.Dont let me disturb you. and maintained them in their habitual needs.and Filbys anecdote collapsed. In the afternoon I met my little woman.tried all the screws again. the advertisement. Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me. A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind. Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood.For a moment he hesitated in the doorway.and a faint colour came into his cheeks.you cannot get away from the present moment. I knew that both I and Weena were lost. perhaps a little harshly. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again.