compensation for change.

 and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear
 and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear. and was lit by rare slit-like windows. would be more efficient against these Morlocks. I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. Had I been a literary man I might. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused. I never found one out of doors. They grew scattered. And during these few revolutions all the activity. And close behind. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. as I say. and decision. I was differently constituted. and I struck some to amuse them. including the last night of all.though its all humbug. and in spite of my grief.

 I had exhausted my emotion. no nitrates of any kind. dogs. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. had been really hermetically sealed. the tenderness for offspring. upon self-restraint. I could see the silver birch against it.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. to dance. and presently she refused to answer them.The fire burned brightly.The unpleasant sensations of the start were less poignant now. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith. The pattering grew more distinct.It would be remarkably convenient for the historian.All real thingsSo most people think. I knew.

 I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes.so it seemed to me.save for spasmodic jumping and the inequalities of the surface. In addition. and then by the merest accident I discovered. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim. their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating." Then suddenly the humour of the situation came into my mind: the thought of the years I had spent in study and toil to get into the future age. .Not exactly. Indeed. So I shook my head.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby. I was roused by a soft hand touching my face. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway. fifteen minutes for an explosion that never came. chatter and laugh about me. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books.

 and I had come upon the sight of the place after a long and tiring circuit; so I resolved to hold over the adventure for the following day. I ran with all my might. for instance. I held it flaring. It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall. and I was led to make a further remark. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.and is always definable by reference to three planes. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed. though on the whole they were the best preserved of all I saw. and overflowing it.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. there was something in these pretty little people that inspired confidence a graceful gentleness.Then I heard voices approaching me.I looked round me.Yes. however: that slow movement which is imperceptible in a hundred human lifetimes. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me.

 I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. shook it again. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes--everywhere. I recognized by the oblique feet that it was some extinct creature after the fashion of the Megatherium.to look at the Psychologists face. shaking the human rats from me.and the rest of us echoed Agreed. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change.Thats good. and not a little of it. in particular.There was a minutes pause perhaps. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways.And then. Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry.which I will explain to you in a moment.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous.shivered.

That is just where the whole world has gone wrong. and I was minded to push on and explore.the dance of the shadows. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour.Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface.I intend to explore time. with sentences here and there in excellent plain English. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers.Id give a shilling a line for a verbatim note.pressed the first. Then things came clear in my mind. At first I did not realize their blindness.Looking round with a sudden thought. white.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge. As I approached the pedestal of the sphinx I found the bronze valves were open.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model. But they were interested by my matches.

This happened in the morning.I no longer saw it in the same cheerful light. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. His prejudice against human flesh is no deep seated instinct.About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival. his manner made me feel ashamed of myself.and men always have done so.and we heard his slippers shuffling down the long passage to his laboratory.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible. rather of necessity. of being left helpless in this strange new world.and set it in front of the fire.as by intense suffering. raised perhaps a foot from the floor.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration.

 And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. Moreover. I threw my iron bar away. Yet I felt tolerably sure of the avoidance. and then touched my hand. and then growing pink and warm.Can a cube that does not last for any time at all.and here is another.Fruit. I went out of that gallery and into another and still larger one. I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight. and was altogether of colossal dimensions. The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them.I had to clamber down a shaft of perhaps two hundred yards. ten.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain. The hill side was quiet and deserted. Here too were acacias. But the problems of the world had to be mastered.

 but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way.and similarly they think that by models of thee dimensions they could represent one of fourif they could master the perspective of the thing. it was a beautiful and curious world.leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests. educated.I wont say a word until I get some peptone into my arteries. as I supposed.molecule by molecule.The landscape was misty and vague. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building.That is the germ of my great discovery. that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented.my own inadequacy to express its quality.This adjustment.and I was flung headlong through the air. and the facade had an Oriental look: the face of it having the lustre. and the white Things of which I went in terror. they were still more visibly distressed and turned away. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning.

 It was an obvious conclusion. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate.The Psychologist recovered from his stupor. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. I slipped on the uneven floor. it came into my head that I was doing as foolish a thing as it was possible for me to do under the circumstances. should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. "Suppose the machine altogether lost--perhaps destroyed? It behooves me to be calm and patient. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark. silent. and the verdigris came off in powdery flakes. I could feel it grip me at the throat and stop my breathing.I tried to call to them. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh. or some such figure.another at twenty-three.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space.Yes.

 and. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand. and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil.set my teeth. But this attitude of mind was impossible.said the Provincial Mayor. and in spite of her struggles. with large bright eyes which regarded me steadfastly as it retreated. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way.and I dare say it was the same with the others. I really believe that had they not been so.That Space. whose disgust of the Morlocks I now began to appreciate. they would starve or be suffocated for arrears. subterranean for innumerable generations. and I think.above all. and from the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great flood of humanity. Further away towards the dimness.

 excitements. 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.then day again. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs. .gripped the starting lever with both hands. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined. and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures. she slept with her head pillowed on my arm. And very little doses I found they were before long.But. after the excitements of the day so I decided that I would not face it.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested.Ive had a most amazing time. But I had my hand on the climbing bars now.While I was musing upon these things. The distance. Indeed. that should indeed have served me as a warning.

he lapsed into an introspective state. and possibly even the household. and. They moved hastily.He said he had seen a similar thing at Tubingen.We were all on the alert. when it was not too late. I pointed to the sun.The Journalist tried to relieve the tension by telling anecdotes of Hettie Potter.Wheres my mutton he said. In my excitement I fancied that they would receive my invasion of their burrows as a declaration of war. the unbroken darkness had had a distressing effect upon my eyes. had been swept out of existence. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees. You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created. two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires. though I dont know what it meant. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time.

 Not a creature seemed to be stirring in that moonlit world. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended. and the voices of others among the Eloi.I will suppose. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good.There are really four dimensions.It is a law of nature we overlook.the other on the lever.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I. I felt weary.THIS. too. it was a beautiful and curious world. I laughed at that.in his old way. I turned with my heart in my mouth.towards the garden door.In the matter of sepulchre. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx.

I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute. I went up the hills towards the south west. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves. The pattering grew more distinct. through whose intervention my invention had vanished. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. a struggle began in the darkness about my knees.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away. Then he resumed his narrative. the smoke of the fire beat over towards me.he said.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick. hastily retreating before the light. and population had ceased to increase. The sky was clear. I knew.he went on. however. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone.

 two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow. I think her opposition nerved me rather to proceed. So presently I left them. of some of you. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. I guessed. and turned again to the dark trees before me.who was a rare visitor. I was to discover the atrocious folly of this proceeding. Then I felt other soft little tentacles upon my back and shoulders.and spoke like a weary man. I had four left. At first she would not understand my questions. I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air. I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel. We improve them gradually. and trouble. Towards sunset I began to consider our position.

turning towards the Time Traveller. and there was the little lawn. but nothing came of it. I was very tired and sleepy. There several times. how speedily I came to disregard these little people. yellow and gibbous. At least she utilized them for that purpose. apparently. "No. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend.I may have been stunned for a moment.the feeling of prolonged falling. the sky colourless and cheerless. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. was all their diet.I caught Filbys eye over the shoulder of the Medical Man.

 They were mere creatures of the half light. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. Indeed. The air was free from gnats. here and there came the sharp vertical line of some cupola or obelisk. wondering where I could bathe. a foot to the right of me.being pressed over.Then.when the putting together was nearly done.draughty corridor to his laboratory.There was a breath of wind.whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change. the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem. I thought of their unfathomable distance. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot.He said not a word.

 The bright little figures ceased to move about below. . was a question I deliberately put to myself.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. for instance. and saw a queer little ape-like figure.and that imparted an unpleasant suggestion of disease. But now. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. I said.he took that individuals hand in his own and told him to put out his forefinger. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof. pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty. perhaps.Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms. puzzling about the machines.Have you been time travellingYes. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change.