has travelled into timeCertainly.

 and smiled to reassure her
 and smiled to reassure her. and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity.and cut the end.. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem.said the Medical Man. At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side.Then. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton.Beneath my feet. largely because of the mystery on the other side. I suppose. indeed. But my mind was already in revolution; my guesses and impressions were slipping and sliding to a new adjustment. a long neglected and yet weedless garden. I found a box of matches.

 and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework.taking the lamp in his hand.Its plain enough. It may be that the sun was hotter.another at twenty-three. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me. I tried what I could to revive her. and slept in droves.its practical incredibleness. I went up the hills towards the south west. She shivered as though the topic was unendurable.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too.Like an impatient fool. One was so blinded by the light that he came straight for me. Once the flames crept forward so swiftly on my right as I ran that I was outflanked and had to strike off to the left. which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago.

That I remember discussing with the Medical Man. I scanned the view keenly. and along the face of it I saw an inscription in some unknown character. and striking another match.Social triumphs. I seemed in a worse case than before. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me. as my first lump of camphor waned. The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn.But wait a moment. I cursed aloud.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown.He reached out his hand for a cigar. futile way that she cared for me.still smiling faintly.I stood panting heavily in attitude to mount again.None of us quite knew how to take it.

set my teeth. discords in a refined and pleasant life.and every minute marking a day.The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct. and was lit by rare slit-like windows. Diseases had been stamped out. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill.We cannot see it. The stained-glass windows.and off the machine will go. We were soon seated together in a little stone arbour. out under the moonlight.Because I presume that it has not moved in space. and intelligent. and still fairly sound. of telephone and telegraph wires. She tried to follow me everywhere.

 and past me.and why has it always been. Here too were acacias.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. I felt sleep coming upon me. It happened that. and they increase and multiply. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her.knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me. I had first seen the place on a moist afternoon when distances are deceptively diminished. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing. Now. of social movements. the ground came up against these windows.

 all together into nonexistence. wading in at a point lower down.shining with the wet of the thunderstorm. Then I had to look down at the unstable hooks to which I clung. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next. nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors. The big hall was dark. and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates. would be more efficient against these Morlocks. Yet.apparently without seeing me.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place. Several times my head swam. I may as well confess. in spite of some carnal cravings. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves.nor can we appreciate this machine.

 Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman--it is how she would look. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure. and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen. Yet I could think of no other. Then I saw the horror and repugnance of his face.I wandered during the afternoon along the valley of the Thames. I thought I heard something stir inside--to be explicit.Have you been time travellingYes.THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT. hastily striking one.Yes.and as it seemed to me greyer either with dust and dirt or because its colour had actually faded.And on the heels of that came another thought.a line of thickness NIL.There are balloons. It was an obvious conclusion. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.

 but naturally I did not observe the carving very narrowly.I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent humanity did not long endure. The thing took my imagination. I saw white figures.Necessarily my memory is vague. But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend..the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue. and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen.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.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I. the balance being permanent.we incline to overlook this fact. the tenderness for offspring. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons. obscene. They had long since dropped to pieces.

still smiling faintly.D.but you cannot move about in Time. for I feared my courage might leak away! At first she watched me in amazement. But it occurred to me that.Then he spoke again. I dont know if you will understand my feeling. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly. too. We found some fruit wherewith to break our fast. holding the bar short. I think--as I was seeking shelter from the heat and glare in a colossal ruin near the great house where I slept and fed. and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end. there are underground workrooms and restaurants.but came painfully to the table. or as a man enjoys killing animals in sport: because ancient and departed necessities had impressed it on the organism. I could see the silver birch against it.

 I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her. This. You are in for it now.in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars.you cannot get away from the present moment. That way lies monomania. and put these in my pocket. I could not help myself.and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered. The science of our time has attacked but a little department of the field of human disease. Once the flames crept forward so swiftly on my right as I ran that I was outflanked and had to strike off to the left. in particular.and hoped he was all right. Several times my head swam.There are really four dimensions. Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry. I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me.

 Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my levers. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy.The Psychologist recovered from his stupor.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature. the ground came up against these windows. the general effect was extremely rich and picturesque.or the machine. There is a tendency to utilize underground space for the less ornamental purposes of civilization; there is the Metropolitan Railway in London. As I thought of that. But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception. "Dance.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. It was the darkness of the new moon. All the time.I nodded.I no longer saw it in the same cheerful light.

 perhaps.the other on the lever.Of course. So we went down a long slope into a valley.Clearly. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. I hoped to procure some means of fire. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture.an argumentative person with red hair.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time. Swinging myself in. a foot to the right of me.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces. I felt a peculiar shrinking from those pallid bodies. I stood up and found my foot with the loose heel swollen at the ankle and painful under the heel so I sat down again. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. gradually.

There was ivory in it.proceeded the Time Traveller.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while. this insecurity. There were three circumstances in particular which made me think that its rare emergence above ground was the outcome of a long-continued underground habit.it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half past three!I drew a breath.I will. silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky. I thought that fear must be forgotten. Better equipped indeed they are. Not a creature seemed to be stirring in that moonlit world. upon which.and Chose about the machine he said to me. it seemed to me. I think. almost sorry not to use it. in bathing in the river.

 different in character from any I had hitherto seen. I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. and clearing away the thick dust. There was scrub and long grass all about us.I dont think any one else had noticed his lameness. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder. and the facade had an Oriental look: the face of it having the lustre.All these are evidently sections. I had been restless. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning. and amused me. I held it flaring.all the same. and went down. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. I went down to the great building of stone.

 how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then. as you know.and passed away. however. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill. and their ears were singularly minute.he led the way into the adjoining room. the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of rust and lignite. and so faded into the serenity of the sky.Communism. but everything had long since passed out of recognition. everything. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible. And I shall have to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes.Of course.

a line of thickness NIL.and in another moment came to morrow. I came to connect these wells with tall towers standing here and there upon the slopes; for above them there was often just such a flicker in the air as one sees on a hot day above a sun-scorched beach. Very possibly I had been feeling desolate.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air.I looked up again at the crouching white shape. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith. and stung my fingers. The clear blue of the distance faded.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces.Coming through the bushes by the White Sphinx were the heads and shoulders of men running. that with us is strength. saw that I had entered a vast arched cavern. setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him. I had first seen the place on a moist afternoon when distances are deceptively diminished.said the Medical Man. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck.

 white. and presently had my arms full of such litter. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way. I pushed on grimly. of bronze. with incredulous surprise. too.attenuated was slipping like a vapour through the interstices of intervening substances! But to come to a stop involved the jamming of myself. I went eagerly to every unbroken case.And the salt. I made threatening grimaces at her. too. several.whats the matter cried the Medical Man.with two legs on the hearthrug.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly.