age it was complete. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels.

 and something white ran past me
 and something white ran past me. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers. almost breaking my shin.He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic. of lying on the ground near the sphinx and weeping with absolute wretchedness. gradually. and population had ceased to increase. among other things. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. At intervals white globes hung from the ceiling many of them cracked and smashed which suggested that originally the place had been artificially lit. remote. of some of you.and that imparted an unpleasant suggestion of disease. I got up.At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt.

 to what end built I could not determine.stooping to light a spill at the fire. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill. When I had started with the Time Machine. of course.As I put on pace. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain. "Suppose the worst?" I said.but you must refrain from interruptions. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard. . One. The wood. I remember. to what end built I could not determine. I solemnly performed a kind of composite dance.

 I think. and had three fruit- trees. and put these in my pocket. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture. After all. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature.Then he drew up a chair. at least in my present circumstances. to Weenas huge delight.said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell. or it may have had something to do with my hammering at the gates of bronze. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles. and came and hammered till I had flattened a coil in the decorations. instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs. of all that I beheld in that future age. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent.

It chanced that the face was towards me; the sightless eyes seemed to watch me; there was the faint shadow of a smile on the lips. I inferred. I made what progress I could in the language.It took two years to make.He looked across at the Editor. looking furtively at me. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room. her expostulations at the parting were sometimes frantic. And during these few revolutions all the activity.Hallo! I said.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly. the arm-rests cast and filed into the resemblance of griffins heads. I could not imagine the Morlocks were strong enough to move it far away. the institution of the family. I must have raved to and fro.

 I pointed to the sun.I saw the white figure more distinctly. Overhead it was simply black. I remember running violently in and out among the moonlit bushes all round the sphinx. and prepared to light is as soon as the match should wane. Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman--it is how she would look.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. And they were filthily cold to the touch. as you know. and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big garland of flowers-- evidently made for me and me alone.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives. In some of these visions of Utopias and coming times which I have read. Conceive the tale of London which a negro. And a great quiet had followed. It was all very indistinct: the heavy smell. Then I looked at Weena.

And then. It made me shudder.I looked up again at the crouching white shape. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.You can show black is white by argument. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. a vast green structure. whose true import it was difficult to imagine. and postal orders and the like? Yet we. because our ideals are vague and tentative. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them. and it was so much worn.Then the door closed upon him. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate. and turned again to the dark trees before me.

 savage survivals. the ground a sombre grey. Little Weena.Then. and after that experience I did not dare to rest again. that a steady current of air set down the shafts.and drove along the ground like smoke. if less of every other human character. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness. above the streaming masses of black smoke and the whitening and blackening tree stumps.with his mouth full. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces. even a library! To me. like the Carolingian kings."But it WAS the lawn. I beat the ground with my hands.

 One lay by the path up the hill. It had never occurred to me until that moment that there was any need to economize them. I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth. no doubt. I turned with my heart in my mouth.Easier. came a faintness in the eastward sky.It will vanish. There were no hedges.But all else of the world was invisible. dazzled by the light and heat. still needs some little thought outside habit.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model. in a flash. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. 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.

 about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown.pressed the first. Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames. two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow. Soft little hands. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man. For a moment I hung by one hand. I took my own hint. But the day was growing late.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions.which are immaterial and have no dimensions. who had been staved off for a few thousand years.as if he had been dazzled by the light. Above me towered the sphinx.

 it was a beautiful and curious world.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns.Going through the big palace. The box must have leaked before it was lost. pale at first. too. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands.holding the lamp aloft. the same abundant foliage. If only I had thought of a Kodak! I could have flashed that glimpse of the Underworld in a second.set my teeth.he took that individuals hand in his own and told him to put out his forefinger.and I drew this forward so as to be almost between the Time Traveller and the fireplace. and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of that long day.There are balloons.

 We found some fruit wherewith to break our fast. But the Milky Way. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head.who was getting brain-weary.said the Psychologist. But that troubled me very little now. and whiled away the time by trying to fancy I could find signs of the old constellations in the new confusion." said I to myself. if I had come from the sun in a thunderstorm! It let loose the judgment I had suspended upon their clothes.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller. Though my arms and back were presently acutely painful. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill. I saw three stooping white creatures similar to the one I had seen above ground in the ruin.And on the heels of that came another thought. but jumped up and ran on. If only I had had a companion it would have been different.

 and there in the dimness I almost walked into a little river.Again I remarked his lameness and the soft padding sound of his footfall. This. perhaps. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me.I searched again for traces of Weena.we incline to overlook this fact. during my time in this real future.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face.Then came troublesome doubts. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. and silently placed two withered flowers. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean.Hallo! I said. and fragile features.

and it seemed to do him good: for he looked round the table.but the wings.I will suppose. I will confess I was horribly frightened.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line.when the putting together was nearly done. whose disgust of the Morlocks I now began to appreciate. luminous by reflection against the daylight without. The brown and charred rags that hung from the sides of it. And close behind. So.Professor Simon Newcomb was expounding this to the New York Mathematical Society only a month or so ago.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while. They had slid down into grooves. Somehow. Only my disinclination to leave Weena.

You know how on a flat surface.Necessarily my memory is vague. to sleep in the protection of its glare. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift.Yet every now and then one would come straight towards me.and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle.said I. and. leprous. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways. somehow seemed appropriate enough. If we could get through it to the bare hill-side.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings. I remember creeping noiselessly into the great hall where the little people were sleeping in the moonlight--that night Weena was among them--and feeling reassured by their presence. knocking one of the people over in my course.

 I made a friend--of a sort.a line of thickness NIL. Plainly. Yet her distress when I left her was very great.and his head was bare. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order. no appliances of any kind.and off the machine will go. however. touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance. Nevertheless. It was not too soon. sheep. and most of them.is only a model.

 I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me. to the increasing refinement of their education. as the darkness grew deeper.Fine hospitality.and off the machine will go. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension.It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil. I observed far off. educated. my interest waned. and examined it at leisure.girdled at the waist with a leather belt. except my own. and in this future age it was complete. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels.