view as I have ever seen. like a well under a cupola.

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 and. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. I cannot account for it. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. "No. from behind me.Yes. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. I ever saw in that Golden Age. to my mind.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. and became quite still. hastily striking one. to what end built I could not determine. I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen.

 if they were doors.and his head was bare. I was differently constituted. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet.I took a breathing space. I at least would defend myself. hesitating to enter. the obscene figures lurking in the shadows.some faint brown shreds of cloud whirled into nothingness. too. and the emotions that arise therein.Then. indeed.and we distrusted him.but I was already going too fast to be conscious of any moving things. I thought I heard a sound like a chuckle--but I must have been mistaken.

 I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen.We stared at each other. They were perfectly good.and drove along the ground like smoke.-ED. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here. through whose intervention my invention had vanished.He stopped.the absolute strangeness of everything. no doubt. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine.or the machine.or a bullet flying through the air. When I realized this.or the machine.

 My plan was to go as far as possible that night. and smashed the glass accordingly. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. and in spite of her struggles.I had a dim impression of scaffolding. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight. The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done. A little way up the hill. and then. and away through the wood in front. and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come.and how there in the laboratory we beheld a larger edition of the little mechanism which we had seen vanish from before our eyes. now a seedless grape.Wait for the common sense of the morning. We found some fruit wherewith to break our fast. and. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air.

 Things that are now mere dreams had become projects deliberately put in hand and carried forward. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber.and he winked at me solemnly. with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements. I lit a match. To adorn themselves with flowers. curiously wrought.and Dash.The landscape was misty and vague.The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man. Only my disinclination to leave Weena. I think.said the Time Traveller.and Filbys anecdote collapsed.After the fatigues.

 had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable. I hesitated. For a moment I hung by one hand. There were no signs of struggle. some in ruins and some still occupied.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. And I began to suffer from sleepiness too; so that it was full night before we reached the wood.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery. as I stared about me.and that line.the Time Traveller proceeded.Have a good look at the thing. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx.It struck my chin violently.

 going out as it dropped. but it rarely gives rise to widespread fire. think how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times.Social triumphs. I recognized by the oblique feet that it was some extinct creature after the fashion of the Megatherium.The slowest snail that ever crawled dashed by too fast for me. Once. I could find no machinery. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. I was differently constituted. The hissing and crackling behind me. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. and they were closing in upon me. for instance. in a foolish moment. and then stopped abruptly. so that I should have the weapon of a torch at hand.

above all.though its odd potentialities ran.To morrow night came black. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. 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. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill. now a sweeter and larger flower. And I am not a young man. but after a while she desired me to let her down. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. It may be that the sun was hotter. I should have rushed off incontinently and blown Sphinx.One might travel back and verify the accepted account of the Battle of Hastings.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. but even so.

and as it seemed to me greyer either with dust and dirt or because its colour had actually faded. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease. I got up. It was a foolish impulse. I am no specialist in mineralogy.I saw the laboratory exactly as before. and then come languor and decay. flinging flowers at her as he ran. and I was trembling with the prolonged terror of a fall. through the crowded stems. to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined.He stopped. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more. 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. the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life. seated as near to me as they could come. They had slid down into grooves.

 it was rimmed with bronze. I was not loath to follow their example. strength. would become weakness. and I made it my staple. and looking north-eastward before I entered it. wasting good breath thereby. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it.the dance of the shadows. and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down. stretching myself. upon self-restraint. this insecurity. I had a vague sense of something familiar.as far as my observation went.He was in an amazing plight. Like the others.

 who would follow me a little distance.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy. I cannot even say whether it ran on all-fours.dumb confusedness descended on my mind.We sat and stared at the vacant table for a minute or so. danger. and I was led to make a further remark. I am no specialist in mineralogy. almost breaking my shin. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace.breadth. Now. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use. and my fire had gone out. and it set me thinking and observing. It was a close race.

I said.shining with the wet of the thunderstorm. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers. a hand touched mine. It lay very high upon a turfy down. I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me. nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match.Easier.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 no more. Rather hastily. in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped. Nevertheless I left that gallery greatly elated. the feeding of the Under-world. the dawn came.

 that evident confusion in the sunshine. They were mere creatures of the half light. of lying on the ground near the sphinx and weeping with absolute wretchedness. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short. killing one and crippling several more. it was a beautiful and curious world. hesitated. find its hiding-place. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway.At the sight of him I suddenly regained confidence. for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me. knew instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach. Living.to look at the Psychologists face. and it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again.high up in the wall of the nearer house.At that I stopped short before them.

 I remember. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance. After all.and here is another.and we distrusted him. and social arrangements. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man. this insecurity. I dashed down the match.and strove hard to readjust it. Had I been a literary man I might.said Filby. It reminded me of a sepia painting I had once seen done from the ink of a fossil Belemnite that must have perished and become fossilized millions of years ago. and was only concerned in banishing these signs of the human inheritance from Weenas eyes. I determined to strike another match and escape under the protection of its glare. and went up the opposite side of the valley. now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding.

 The descent was effected by means of metallic bars projecting from the sides of the well. was all their diet. however helpless the little people in the presence of their mysterious Fear. I had in my possession a thing that was. now a seedless grape. I advanced a step and spoke.and was thick with verdigris. wondering where I could bathe. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground. And now that brother was coming back changed! Already the Eloi had begun to learn one old lesson anew. But.breadth.This happened in the morning. Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood. hesitated.And you cannot move at all in Time. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine.

Badly. than the Upper. somehow seemed appropriate enough. how speedily I came to disregard these little people. So here. apparently.Then.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist.Then came troublesome doubts.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements.and made a motion towards the wine. It gave me strength.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon. At first she would not understand my questions. with irresistible merriment.

 and went up the opposite side of the valley. setting loose a quivering horror that made me quick to elude him. when everything is colourless and clear cut. and struck furiously at them with my bar. I had refrained from forcing them.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. I was not loath to follow their example. 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.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet. In some of these visions of Utopias and coming times which I have read. I had the small levers in my pocket. I had as much trouble as comfort from her devotion. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen. like a well under a cupola.