Psychologist. So we went down a long slope into a valley.

 was all their diet
 was all their diet.and men always have done so. came a faintness in the eastward sky. was this Lemur doing in my scheme of a perfectly balanced organization? How was it related to the indolent serenity of the beautiful Upper-worlders? And what was hidden down there.I had half a mind to follow. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason.Breadth.more massive than any buildings of our own time. I came upon one of those round well-like openings of which I have told you. some in ruins and some still occupied. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing.. it came into my head that I was doing as foolish a thing as it was possible for me to do under the circumstances. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. So I shook my head.You read.The laboratory got hazy and went dark. instead of the customary hall.

 Then. I was presently left alone for the first time.then this morning it rose again. One corner I saw was charred and shattered; perhaps.and poured him wine. I struggled up. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. I felt very weary after my exertion.and made a motion towards the wine. They were mere creatures of the half light. I tried what I could to revive her. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine. I had my crowbar in one hand.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. not plates nor slabs blocks. in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech. The forest seemed full of the smell of burning wood.The Time Traveller smiled round at us.

 I went slowly along. I wasted some time in futile questionings.was seen as a ghost for a second perhaps. into the round openings in the sides of the tables.He smiled quietly.girdled at the waist with a leather belt.Its plain enough. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head.I took Weenas hand. I knew that both I and Weena were lost. struck with a sudden idea. of all that I beheld in that future age. and grasping this lever in my hands. I.I took my hands from the machine.said the Medical Man.with two legs on the hearthrug. and if they dont.

 then. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. The air was free from gnats.if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space. and overtaking it.Well.At first. an altogether new relationship. But Weena was a pleasant substitute. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine.and sat myself in the saddle. that restless energy. and I stayed my hand.said the Medical Man. Glancing upward. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine.that is.

 I went out through the portal into the sunlit world again as soon as my hunger was satisfied. 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. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone. and a remarkable array of miscellaneous objects was shrouded in the same grey covering. and I was minded to push on and explore. I did so. and startling some white animal that. that the children of that time were extremely precocious. the exclusive tendency of richer people--due. for instance. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. I saw dimly coming up. hesitated. Though my arms and back were presently acutely painful.is only a model.for a silver birch tree touched its shoulder. put his hand into his pocket. for the night was very clear.

 which I had followed during my first walk. to a general dwindling in size.This little affair. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity. perhaps. That I could see clearly enough already.I found the Palace of Green Porcelain. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion. it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer.Dont let me disturb you. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket.the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve. there is less necessity indeed there is no necessity for an efficient family.and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky. I went down to the great building of stone. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow.

and I suggested time travelling. those large eyes. to whom fire was a novelty.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. Indeed. because our ideals are vague and tentative. the obscene figures lurking in the shadows. I fancied that if I could solve their puzzles I should find myself in possession of powers that might be of use against the Morlocks. too. I hesitated. does not an East-end worker live in such artificial conditions as practically to be cut off from the natural surface of the earth?Again. and that was their lack of interest. and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come. possibly. I threw a scrap of paper into the throat of one. their eyes were abnormally large and sensitive.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. often ruinous.

 I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people. the complex organizations. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning.These things are mere abstractions. perhaps. I saw dimly coming up. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second. There were evidently several of the Morlocks. was also heir to all the ages. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill. It is odd. Rather hastily.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings.I could already hear their murmuring laughter as they came towards me.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about.It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil.and watched the Time Traveller through his eyelashes.

 raised perhaps a foot from the floor. She danced beside me to the well. and shouted again rather discordantly. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning. it was a beautiful and curious world. of all that I beheld in that future age. kissing her; and then putting her down. I thought that fear must be forgotten. and amused me.That is the germ of my great discovery. Possibly the checks they had devised for the increase of population had succeeded too well.His eyes grew brighter. That I could see clearly enough already.you cannot get away from the present moment. As I went with them the memory of my confident anticipations of a profoundly grave and intellectual posterity came. of letters even. and the windows.

 It was a close race.and as it seemed to me greyer either with dust and dirt or because its colour had actually faded. I calculated. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. but after a while she desired me to let her down. For the first time I began to realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present engaged. Physical courage and the love of battle.and looked round us.He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes. Whatever the reason. I should explain.set my teeth. "Dance. bronze doors.The German scholars have improved Greek so much.and passed away. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction. Hitherto.

 but I never felt quite safe at my back. I could not help myself. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. seated as near to me as they could come. there are underground workrooms and restaurants. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there. I thought of the great precessional cycle that the pole of the earth describes.Then the door closed upon him.As I put on pace.he lapsed into an introspective state. to judge by their wells.he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel. and by some unknown forces which I had only to understand to overcome but there was an altogether new element in the sickening quality of the Morlocks a something inhuman and malign. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. As I thought of that. I cannot even say whether it ran on all-fours.sends the machine gliding into the future. they were still more visibly distressed and turned away.

It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. and after that experience I did not dare to rest again. Everything save that little disk above was profoundly dark. I sat down to watch the place.There was ivory in it. a wriggling red spot in the blackness. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation. but better than despair. The sky was clear. and population had ceased to increase. as I went about my business. and population had ceased to increase. I thought I heard something stir inside--to be explicit. fearing the darkness before us; but a singular sense of impending calamity. And on both these days I had the restless feeling of one who shirks an inevitable duty. After an instants pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins.

 touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson. if a blaze were needed. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity.as far as my observation went.I was still on the hill side upon which this house now stands. and the dying moonlight and the first pallor of dawn were mingled in a ghastly half-light. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels. The thing took my imagination. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. as it seemed.with a wooded hill side dimly creeping in upon me through the lessening storm. which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape. and persisted. and they increase and multiply. A minute passed.Nor. We passed each other flowers.

we incline to overlook this fact.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active.Thats a simple point of psychology. but reddish. then. So the Morlocks thought. and. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. The bushes were inky black.For my own part. from a terrace on which I rested for a while. there are subways. I now felt safe against being caught napping by the Morlocks.Have you been time travellingYes. and the little chins ran to a point. But.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision.

Now. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.It took two years to make. I doubted my eyes. but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer.pressed the first. while little Weenas head showed as a round black projection. would take back to his tribe What would he know of railway companies. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. but I felt restless and uncomfortable. and I shivered with the chill of the night. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame.and Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back.and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky.I awakened Weena. and sat down upon the turf. perhaps.

 And suddenly there came into my head the memory of the meat I had seen in the Under world. whispering odd sounds to each other. once necessary to survival. One touched me. Then came one hand upon me and then another.and was thick with verdigris. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward. rather foolishly.as you say. while little Weenas head showed as a round black projection. I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen.And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look.as the idea came home to him. it was a beautiful and curious world. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people. physically at least. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it. as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.

 as well as I was able. was the key to the whole position. I felt assured now of what it was. But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping under the hawthorn against the red sky.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over. . So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. The thing puzzled me. I saw a small. Very possibly I had been feeling desolate. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. past a number of sleeping houses. But I could find no saltpeter; indeed. I should have rushed off incontinently and blown Sphinx.each at right angles to the others. and I was in doubt of my direction. As you went down the length.

 finding a pleasure in the mere touch of the contrivance. I fancied that if I could solve their puzzles I should find myself in possession of powers that might be of use against the Morlocks. But I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine. as I scanned the slope. dazzled by the light and heat. Very eagerly I tried them. and by a statue a Faun. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other. Thus loaded. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable.There were others coming. in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech. curiously wrought. Soft little hands. carrying a chain of beautiful flowers altogether new to me. therefore.I met the eye of the Psychologist. So we went down a long slope into a valley.