their movements grew faster.

 was a question I deliberately put to myself
 was a question I deliberately put to myself. like a lash across the face. as my first lump of camphor waned. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. Under that dense tangle of branches one would be out of sight of the stars.I think I have said how much hotter than our own was the weather of this Golden Age. With a strange sense of freedom and adventure I pushed on up to the crest. and was now far fallen into decay.Because I presume that it has not moved in space. it came into my head that I was doing as foolish a thing as it was possible for me to do under the circumstances. and I felt his bones grind under the blow of my fist. was also heir to all the ages. finding a pleasure in the mere touch of the contrivance. Humanity had been strong. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed.I could already hear their murmuring laughter as they came towards me. and something white ran past me. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder. that the others were running.

Good heavens! man.I do not know how long I sat peering down that well. against connubial jealousy.he said. There seemed to be few. and no more. but later I began to perceive their import. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands. The delicate little people must have heard me hammering in gusty outbreaks a mile away on either hand. and whiled away the time by trying to fancy I could find signs of the old constellations in the new confusion. and their movements grew faster. to enable me to shirk.Abruptly. The ground grew dim and the trees black. like the others. opened from within.For a moment he hesitated in the doorway. as I went about my business. and forthwith dismissed the thought.

The Editor raised objections.and. It had committed suicide. The thing took my imagination. remote as though they belonged to another universe. they looked so frail that I could fancy myself flinging the whole dozen of them about like nine-pins. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom.which are immaterial and have no dimensions. and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled.The fire burned brightly.said Filby.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed.He sat back in his chair at first. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well. The turf gave better counsel. at last.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration.said the Provincial Mayor.

 But everything was so strange. there is a vast amount of detail about building.Here was the new view.Filby contented himself with laughter.who saw him next. Nevertheless she was. the same soft hairless visage. But I did not stay to look. a long neglected and yet weedless garden. I could see no gleam of water.But my mind was too confused to attend to it.but you must refrain from interruptions. The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn.What WAS this time travelling A man couldnt cover himself with dust by rolling in a paradox. not unlike very large white mallows.As the columns of hail grew thinner.and that the sky was lightening with the promise of the Sun. I had some thought of trying to go up the shaft again. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears.

perhaps. In part it was a modest CANCAN. I have no doubt they found my second appearance strange enough. The clinging hands slipped from me. I could not carry both. no refuge.Thats plain enough.The whole surface of the earth seemed changed melting and flowing under my eyes. and that was camphor. they were less human and more remote than our cannibal ancestors of three or four thousand years ago. because our ideals are vague and tentative. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay.Then he turned. I was wrong. the old order was already in part reversed. as I supposed. I could not imagine the Morlocks were strong enough to move it far away. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals.

I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her. At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics. indeed. Yet. and went on straight into the fire!And now I was to see the most weird and horrible thing. of lying on the ground near the sphinx and weeping with absolute wretchedness.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race. I entered it groping.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me. I.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second. remote.The Time Traveller smiled round at us. pointing to my ears.I saw the white figure more distinctly. I had refrained from forcing them.

 even the mere memory of Man as I knew him.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too.and remain there. I was wrong. Yet I could not face the mystery. above ground you must have the Haves. that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented. 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 thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me.expecting him to speak. I heard cries of terror and their little feet running and stumbling this way and that.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives.Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface. and sat down. chinless faces and great. without medicine. except for a hazy cloud or so. including the last night of all. an excellent candle and I put it in my pocket.

 Indeed.nodding his head.above all. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her. but jumped up and ran on. I had made myself the most complicated and the most hopeless trap that ever a man devised. and that was camphor. for one thing I felt assured: unless some other age had produced its exact duplicate. At least she utilized them for that purpose. like a lash across the face. it seemed to me that the little people avoided me.Then. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. and as I did so. the old order was already in part reversed. and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework.We emerged from the palace while the sun was still in part above the horizon. indeed. My museum hypothesis was confirmed.

 The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. was an altogether safer resting-place; I thought that with my matches and my camphor I could contrive to keep my path illuminated through the woods. and it was no great wonder to see four at once. At first I did not realize their blindness. but would pass the night upon the open hill. but jumped up and ran on. Plainly. about the Time Machine: something.I jump back for a moment.The Medical Man got up out of his chair and peered into the thing. almost sorry not to use it. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. I was feeling that chill.That is the germ of my great discovery.The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall. It was all very indistinct: the heavy smell.he went on. and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down.

 and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare.At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. for nothing. But I said to myself. was also heir to all the ages.They had seen me. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. of this fireside. rather thin lips. I went eagerly to every unbroken case. would become weakness. and. was gone. a noiseless owl flitted by. I had in my possession a thing that was. with large bright eyes which regarded me steadfastly as it retreated. which displayed only a geometrical pattern.

 building a fire. I came out of this age of ours. These people of the remote future were strict vegetarians.with an air of impartiality.he led the way down the long. and put these in my pocket. excitements. "Patience. For the first time I began to realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present engaged. Until it was too late. Then I had to look down at the unstable hooks to which I clung.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found .proceeded the Time Traveller. was watching me out of the darkness.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling. that a steady current of air set down the shafts. taking Weena like a child upon my shoulder. for I felt thirsty and hungry.

 was also heir to all the ages. and for a moment I was free. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. and intelligence.why is it. But then.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world. the thing I had expected happened. I suppose I covered the whole distance from the hill crest to the little lawn. Everything was so entirely different from the world I had known even the flowers. and found that her name was Weena. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon.I was in an agony of discomfort. and fell. and cast grotesque black shadows. I was not loath to follow their example.He smiled quietly. And the institution of the family. and they were closing in upon me.

 It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race.and that imparted an unpleasant suggestion of disease.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. laid with what seemed a meal. had probably retained perforce rather more initiative. Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake.said the Psychologist.and standing up in my place. and. or one sleeping alone within doors. Towards sunset I began to consider our position. stiff.Afterwards he got more animated.and the Silent Man followed suit. now a sweeter and larger flower.But wait a moment. The tiled floor was thick with dust. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot.

said I. So we went down a long slope into a valley.Says hell explain when he comes. Yet a certain feeling. less and less frequent.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face. in this old familiar room.What reason said the Time Traveller.I flung myself into futurity.It is a mistake to do things too easily.and suddenly looked under the table.Then he turned. So I shook my head.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match.a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again. had been really hermetically sealed.

 perhaps a little roughly.said the Time Traveller. Some day all this will be better organized. Weena had put this into my head by some at first incomprehensible remarks about the Dark Nights. There were no hedges.the bright light of which fell upon the model. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain. But now. Then I saw the horror and repugnance of his face. to want to go killing ones own descendants! But it was impossible.my mind was wool-gathering. I was overpowered. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep. as you know. and if they dont.It may seem odd to you.Wheres my mutton he said.we incline to overlook this fact. no sign of importations among them.

 Living.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. This.such days as no human being ever lived before! Im nearly worn out.Filby contented himself with laughter. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling. it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked. fresh from Central Africa. there are subways. He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes. I may as well confess. You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created.He looked across at the Editor. and overflowing it. and in this future age it was complete.

 Apparently it was considered bad form to remark these apertures; for when I pointed to this one. it was rimmed with bronze. I solemnly performed a kind of composite dance. And I began to suffer from sleepiness too; so that it was full night before we reached the wood. and no more. of which I have told you.thinking (after his wont) in headlines. if a blaze were needed. And it caught my eye that the corner of the marble table near me was fractured. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits. I was overpowered. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. watch it. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me.It sounds plausible enough to-night.Hes unavoidably detained.One might travel back and verify the accepted account of the Battle of Hastings.

 to feel any humanity in the things.The Time Traveller looked at us. on arrival. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top. through the crowded stems. but I could not tell what it was at the time.You have told Blank. The bright little figures ceased to move about below.. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly. It was a nearer thing than the fight in the forest. savage survivals. pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty.here is a portrait of a man at eight years old.That is the germ of my great discovery. Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake.for the candles in the smoking-room had not been lighted. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry.in the intense blue of the summer sky.

 even the mere memory of Man as I knew him. I knelt down and lifted her.As the columns of hail grew thinner. For once. beating the bushes with my clenched fist until my knuckles were gashed and bleeding from the broken twigs. and away through the wood in front. how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then.but came painfully to the table. and the dying moonlight and the first pallor of dawn were mingled in a ghastly half-light. "Patience. only in space.and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars. with bright red. For after the battle comes Quiet. I felt--how shall I put it? Suppose you found an inscription.He smiled quietly. Thus loaded.and set it in front of the fire. and their movements grew faster.