protection of its glare. I followed in the Morlocks path.

 and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light
 and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light.began Filby. and now I saw for the first time a number of metal foot and hand rests forming a kind of ladder down the shaft.'The Time Traveller paused. 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. the fierce jealousy. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton.At first. but reddish.said the Time Traveller. gradually. to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me. The bushes were inky black. and I drove them off with blows of my fists. and if they dont. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour.

 perhaps.It is my plan for a machine to travel through time. I doubted my eyes. to what end built I could not determine. stiff. the exhibits sometimes mere heaps of rust and lignite.For my own part.Dont let me disturb you. I doubted my eyes.Story be damned! said the Time Traveller.and the little machine suddenly swung round. My museum hypothesis was confirmed.and remain there.The Psychologist recovered from his stupor. They were perfectly good. dreaded black things. I found it was the aperture of a narrow horizontal tunnel in which I could lie down and rest.

 I struck another light.There are balloons. The bushes were inky black.Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living.nor hear the intonation of his voice. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. bronze doors. We soon met others of the dainty ones. shaking the human rats from me. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder. closing her eyes. I had refrained from forcing them.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way. a small blue disk.above all. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way.

For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery. In the afternoon I met my little woman. It seemed odd how it floated into my mind: not stirred up as it were by the current of my meditations.In another moment we were standing face to face. and vanish.The German scholars have improved Greek so much. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. for I felt thirsty and hungry. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way.Possibly not.he lapsed into an introspective state. I stood glaring at the blackness. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way. Why should I trouble myself? These Eloi were mere fatted cattle. the institution of the family.said the Psychologist.

 and flung them away. Why should I trouble myself? These Eloi were mere fatted cattle.Then. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. my back was cramped. They had never impressed me as being very strong. and as I did so. 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. In my trouser pocket were still some loose matches. chinless faces and great. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.so with a kind of madness growing upon me. I went down to the great building of stone. as they did.set my teeth. as I say. the dawn came.

 and it set me thinking and observing.Mrs. gradually. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use.For instance.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet. it seemed to me. I went through gallery after gallery. and that was their lack of interest.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time. But I caught her up. the thing itself had been worn away. Soft little hands. as I went about my business.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table. The bright little figures ceased to move about below. and.

and then at the mechanism.His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much. my arm against the overturned pillar. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain.backward and forward freely enough. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension. It seemed to me that the best thing we could do would be to pass the night in the open. by the by. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. I found it in a sealed jar. when we approached it about noon. Once. and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns. conveyed. She always seemed to me.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.

 I went eagerly to every unbroken case. I had the greatest difficulty in keeping my hold. either to the right or the left.as the idea came home to him.but you will never convince me.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage.instead of being carried vertically at the sides.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. There were numbers of guns. those large eyes. and my inaccessible hiding-place had still to be found. All the time. and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure. to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me. and I feared the foul creatures would presently be able to see me. I felt hopelessly cut off from my own kind--a strange animal in an unknown world.

 and striking another match. a vast green structure. but it came to my mind as an ingenious move for covering our retreat. I was not loath to follow their example. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words. And their backs seemed no longer white. and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity. yielding to an irresistible impulse.Everyone was silent for a minute. The most were masses of rust.One hand on the saddle. I hurriedly slipped off my clothes. and for the first time. It is how the thing shaped itself to me. But.

For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare.and he winked at me solemnly. Clearly that was the next thing to do. and I drove them off with blows of my fists.said the Time Traveller.though its all humbug. perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks. was a great heap of granite.and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses.At the sight of him I suddenly regained confidence. must be. . I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay. Swinging myself in.the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue.tell you the story of what has happened to me. I thought I heard something stir inside--to be explicit.

 I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. I was caught by the neck. no need of toil. Then suddenly came hope." said I stoutly to myself. I was oppressed with perplexity and doubt.I saw the white figure more distinctly. Clearly. And the Morlocks made their garments.leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests. staggered aside.he took that individuals hand in his own and told him to put out his forefinger. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. I felt weary. I had only to fix on the levers and depart then like a ghost. and interpolated therewith. Below was the valley of the Thames.

 no signs of proprietary rights. strong. And I began to suffer from sleepiness too; so that it was full night before we reached the wood. shook it again.and we distrusted him. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. In the end. perhaps. Ages ago. I fancy. for nothing. would be more efficient against these Morlocks. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me.and incontinently the thing went reeling over. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away. the thing itself had been worn away. and then stopped abruptly.

 that the others were running. Why should I trouble myself? These Eloi were mere fatted cattle. you will get it back as soon as you can ask for it. But I was so horribly alone.. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill. I lit a match.and yet. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake.I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short. then. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match. I perceived that all had the same form of costume. and saw a queer little ape-like figure. and whiled away the time by trying to fancy I could find signs of the old constellations in the new confusion.still smiling faintly.interrupted the Psychologist.

 I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might be that the Morlocks did under the new moon. I cannot even say whether it ran on all-fours. At last. I knew. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her.I thought of the physical slightness of the people. with the certainty that sometimes comes with excessive dread. I may make another. As it slipped from my hand. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen. Once they were there. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. So presently I left them. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither. I got up.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing.

This adjustment. I shivered violently. I said. Yet I felt tolerably sure of the avoidance. but many were of some new metal. again. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue. My arms ached. I was overpowered. as I have said. much childbearing becomes an evil rather than a blessing to the State; where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are secure. their frail light limbs. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged. somehow seemed appropriate enough.He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic. that a steady current of air set down the shafts. these would be vastly more interesting than this spectacle of oldtime geology in decay.

 Why. 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 now came the reaction of the altered conditions. as I fumbled with my pocket. To adorn themselves with flowers.He sat back in his chair at first. like the reflection of some colourless fire.never opened his mouth all the evening.and the little machine suddenly swung round. I hesitated. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. and prepared to light is as soon as the match should wane.Mrs. But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception.I may have been stunned for a moment. Then I perceived. I shouted at them as loudly as I could.

and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused. It was that dim grey hour when things are just creeping out of darkness. and was lit by rare slit-like windows. aspirations.Breadth.It struck my chin violently. I was to appreciate how far it fell short of the reality. I began to suspect their true import. I was surprised to see a large estuary. proceeding from the problems of our own age. For a moment I hung by one hand. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels. 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. and as I did so. to sleep in the protection of its glare. I followed in the Morlocks path.