constellations had gone from the sky. Sitting by the side of these wells.

 but
 but. as I have said. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. I really believe that had they not been so. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks. aspirations.without any wintry intermission. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. the fact remains that the sun was very much hotter than we know it. But my mind was already in revolution; my guesses and impressions were slipping and sliding to a new adjustment. It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal.And he put it to us in this waymarking the points with a lean forefingeras we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity. It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen. The darkness seemed to grow luminous.

 and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry.we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. they fled incontinently.it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half past three!I drew a breath. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her. I threw a scrap of paper into the throat of one.would not believe at any price. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible. the advertisement. In the end.a certain journalist. I determined to build a fire and encamp where we were.But. when it was not too late.

We are always getting away from the present moment. So we went down a long slope into a valley. had been effected.I suppose I must apologize. I lay down on the edge. a certain childlike ease. in trying to revive the sensation of fear. I lit my last match . The clear blue of the distance faded.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare. Instinctively I loathed them.But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky. in bathing in the river. and that was their lack of interest.Of course a solid body may exist.

I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark. I hoped to procure some means of fire. signing for me to do likewise.At last! And the door opened wider.Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface. I think her opposition nerved me rather to proceed.interrupted the Psychologist. Lightning may blast and blacken. staggered a little way. I made what progress I could in the language.For instance.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled. and the Morlocks flight. and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium. They clutched at me more boldly.

 I knew not what. upon which.too. A minute passed."But it WAS the lawn. my feet were grasped from behind. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. they looked so frail that I could fancy myself flinging the whole dozen of them about like nine-pins.It is a mistake to do things too easily.After the fatigues.and the Silent Man followed suit.Of all the wild extravagant theories! began the Psychologist. and so we entered.

and some transparent crystalline substance. I was not loath to follow their example. came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be.There are balloons.Because I presume that it has not moved in space. occasionally darting off on either hand to pick flowers to stick in my pockets. Then he resumed his narrative. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins. white.scarce thought of anything but these new sensations. closing her eyes. I hesitated. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time.brief green of spring. I shouted at them as loudly as I could.

 The thick dust deadened our footsteps. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine. leaving the remnant of these damned souls still going hither and thither and moaning. of course. had decayed to a mere beautiful futility.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine. perhaps a little roughly. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes. at any rate. too. I was very tired and sleepy. lank fingers came feeling over my face. and cast grotesque black shadows. 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. Like the cattle.

 that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent. I saw white figures. and social arrangements. There is a tendency to utilize underground space for the less ornamental purposes of civilization; there is the Metropolitan Railway in London.the Very Young Man thought.and the lamp flame jumped. and overflowing it. wading in at a point lower down. Yet I could think of no other.said the Time Traveller.looking round. I ran with all my might.he said.There it is now. that restless energy.

 had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable. I had a persuasion that if I could enter those doors and carry a blaze of light before me I should discover the Time Machine and escape.We were all on the alert. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind.This happened in the morning. a small blue disk. not unlike very large white mallows. It occurred to me even then.The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china. once necessary to survival.In which case they would certainly plough you for the Little-go.At first I scarce thought of stopping.Quartz it seemed to be. and set up a train of thinking. I did not examine them closely at this time.

 Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. I saw some further peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. For a moment I hung by one hand.as the idea came home to him. One corner I saw was charred and shattered; perhaps. In this decadence. Until it was too late.Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms. The place was very silent.All these are evidently sections. and while I stood in the dark. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books.)It seemed to me that I had happened upon humanity upon the wane. for instance.

 The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done. I did so. that we came to a little open court within the palace. if the Eloi were masters.There are balloons.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing. and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. In part it was a modest CANCAN. The work of ameliorating the conditions of life the true civilizing process that makes life more and more secure had gone steadily on to a climax. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face.The Time Traveller looked at us.I want to tell it.These things are mere abstractions. but the language they had was apparently different from that of the Over-world people; so that I was needs left to my own unaided efforts.As the columns of hail grew thinner.

the bright light of which fell upon the model. and the Morlocks had their hands upon me. and as that I give it to you..have a real existenceFilby became pensive. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth.I said. I could find no machinery. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. Nevertheless. but it was yet early in the night. had decayed to a mere beautiful futility. perhaps. I noted for the first time that almost all those who had surrounded me at first were gone. I dont know how to convey their expression to you.

only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain. and I was violently tugged backward. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture. My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that. and I came to a large open space. by merely seeming fond of me.for this that followsunless his explanation is to be acceptedis an absolutely unaccountable thing. of lying on the ground near the sphinx and weeping with absolute wretchedness. but it was absolutely wrong. but I felt restless and uncomfortable. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted). I determined to build a fire and encamp where we were.When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized. Sitting by the side of these wells. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each.

Our Special Correspondent in the Day after To-morrow reports. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions.Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living. Suddenly Weena. I laughed aloud. in particular.Noticing that.but you must refrain from interruptions.I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. for instance. One was so blinded by the light that he came straight for me. I fell upon my face. I put Weena. however.and here is another.

 obscene.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked. and I struck some to amuse them.Breadth. The tiled floor was thick with dust. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires.began Filby. and travel-soiled.Then.I was in an agony of discomfort. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation.and very delicately made. I must warn you. All the old constellations had gone from the sky. Sitting by the side of these wells.