restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard.

 and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer
 and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. the machine could not have moved in time. I wanted the Time Machine.He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes. and I felt his bones grind under the blow of my fist. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. in trying to revive the sensation of fear.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller. I was differently constituted. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. but found nothing that commended itself to my mind as inaccessible. the toiler assured of his life and work. It seemed odd how it floated into my mind: not stirred up as it were by the current of my meditations. And what. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web.

 late that night. I felt sleep coming upon me. as I supposed. come into the future to carry on a miniature flirtation.Breadth.It may seem odd to you.unsympathetic. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten.And therewith. Living. The big hall was dark. the same clustering thickets of evergreens. there was nothing to fear. it is more like the sorrow of a dream than an actual loss. physically at least. which displayed only a geometrical pattern.

Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface. but there was still.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine. The science of our time has attacked but a little department of the field of human disease.I sat up in the freshness of the morning. I found a groove ripped in it.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little. Then. from behind me. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. and population had ceased to increase.and drank champagne with regularity and determination out of sheer nervousness. how speedily I came to disregard these little people.and almost immediately the second. .

 The place.Then Filby said he was damned. and as that I give it to you.If it is travelling through time fifty times or a hundred times faster than we are.Noticing that.I dont know if you have ever thought what a rare thing flame must be in the absence of man and in a temperate climate. I banged with my fist at the bronze panels. like children.My impression of it is.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled. But people. as for me it was a most fortunate thing.Then. The hillock. the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this sombre wilderness of rotting paper testified. I saw her agonized face over the parapet.

The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man. upon the thick soft carpeting of dust. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel. in that derelict museum. for any Morlock skull I might encounter. and fragile features. Clearly.The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. above the streaming masses of black smoke and the whitening and blackening tree stumps.The Time Traveller smiled round at us. Ages ago.You can show black is white by argument. Their hair. There was nothing in this at all alarming. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face.

Im all right. you may think. through whose intervention my invention had vanished.That climb seemed interminable to me.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. and as I did so. The mouths were small.I tried to call to them. Then. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants. partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. as I see it.from solstice to solstice. It was a singularly passionate emotion.

 and then by the merest accident I discovered. that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expeditions.as though it was in some way unreal. The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive. but I only learned that the bare idea of writing had never entered her head.I was on what seemed to be a little lawn in a garden.These things are mere abstractions.or half an hour. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world.and incontinently the thing went reeling over. pistols. and not a little of it. are a constant source of failure. The thick dust deadened our footsteps. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. Not a creature seemed to be stirring in that moonlit world.

The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown. as if wild. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena. but simply stood round me smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other. as it seemed to me.when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined.Afterwards he got more animated. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man. I had seen none upon the hill that night. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy. pistols.

 I held it flaring. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. Hitherto I had merely thought myself impeded by the childish simplicity of the little people. But as it was. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. selecting a little side gallery.Social triumphs.and we distrusted him. For such a life. in the end. Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman--it is how she would look. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. moving creature. It may seem strange. of course. as well as the pale-green tint.

 but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side. I must be calm and patient.why is it.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me. however perfect. In a moment I knew what had happened. Putting things together. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. and besides Weena was tired. too. obscene. to Weenas huge delight. And I began to suffer from sleepiness too; so that it was full night before we reached the wood.They had seen me.Says hell explain when he comes. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles.

and the full temerity of my voyage came suddenly upon me. Then suddenly came hope.It is my plan for a machine to travel through time. his manner made me feel ashamed of myself. a Morlock came blundering towards me.puzzled but incredulous.This adjustment.set my teeth. I put all my weight upon it sideways. I came out of this age of ours.and sat down. Then hesitating for a moment how to express time. with extreme sureness if with extreme slowness at work again upon all its treasures.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back.that is.His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much.

 in a frenzy of fear. and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. dusty. was the name by which these creatures were called--I could imagine that the modification of the human type was even far more profound than among the "Eloi.An eddying murmur filled my ears. and.he resorted to caricature. had been really hermetically sealed.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes. above ground you must have the Haves. the toiler assured of his life and work. could they not restore the machine to me? And why were they so terribly afraid of the dark? I proceeded.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. and when I looked up again Weena had disappeared.However.

 and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me. would be out of place. I could not help myself. and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work. whispering odd sounds to each other.as our mathematicians have it. and most of them. and leave the Under-world alone.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her.I had a dim impression of scaffolding. There were three circumstances in particular which made me think that its rare emergence above ground was the outcome of a long-continued underground habit. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face. And in a state of physical balance and security.

 Then hesitating for a moment how to express time. with intense relief. The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfort. I. now a seedless grape.I was seized with a panic fear. Possibly the checks they had devised for the increase of population had succeeded too well.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table.said Filby. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine.Is that plain I was never more serious in my life. which displayed only a geometrical pattern. my feet were grasped from behind. No doubt the exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the outcome of the last surgings of the now purposeless energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect harmony with the conditions under which it lived the flourish of that triumph which began the last great peace.

 Once. Weena had put this into my head by some at first incomprehensible remarks about the Dark Nights. with incredulous surprise. Nevertheless she was. and still better. But all was dark. I was very tired and sleepy.Well he said. But she dreaded the dark. Then came one hand upon me and then another.said Filby. and that was their lack of interest. in which a star was visible. So suddenly that she startled me. too. At one time the flames died down somewhat.

 That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week. were creeping over my coat and back.proceeded the Time Traveller. The hill side was quiet and deserted.After a time we ceased to do that. and there in the dimness I almost walked into a little river. 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. the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life.and strove hard to readjust it. and. no evidences of agriculture; the whole earth had become a garden. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service. however perfect. I determined to make a resolute attempt to learn the speech of these new men of mine.we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard.