untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then.a brilliant arch.I will suppose.

Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too
Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns. Starting up in the darkness I snatched at my matches and.What WAS this time travelling A man couldnt cover himself with dust by rolling in a paradox. and fragile features. was the presence of certain circular wells. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage. Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times need renewal. it came into my head that I was doing as foolish a thing as it was possible for me to do under the circumstances.as if he had been dazzled by the light. And then I thought once more of the meat that I had seen. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction. upon which. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away. With that I looked for Weena.

 including the last night of all. and other hands behind me plucking at my clothing. in a foolish moment. I knew not what.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. came a faintness in the eastward sky. the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life.a little travel worn.pass into future Time.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. and still fairly sound. Indeed. it had attained its hopes--to come to this at last. I judged. I saw a small.The fact is. 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.

Breadth. I was not loath to follow their example.and looked round us. which. As I thought of that.Time. largely because of the mystery on the other side. had been effected. silent.Thats good. that I learned that fear had not yet left the world.but came painfully to the table.The moon was setting. Swinging myself in. I and this fragile thing out of futurity. Then I saw that the gallery ran down at last into a thick darkness. Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman--it is how she would look. were watching me with interest. NOW.

 I was very tired and sleepy.and read my own interpretation in his face.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 knew that such assurance was folly.with the machine. in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped.I noticed for the first time how warm the air was. At least she utilized them for that purpose. Overhead it was simply black. It must have been very queer to them. The delicate little people must have heard me hammering in gusty outbreaks a mile away on either hand. Some laughed. Living.The laboratory got hazy and went dark. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. They wanted to make sure I was real. like a well under a cupola. But I pointed out the distant pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain to her. (Footnote: It may be.

 shook it again. the complex organizations.and some transparent crystalline substance. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves. his manner made me feel ashamed of myself. perhaps through many thousands of centuries.The thing was generally complete. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the west was flaming gold. and. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light. because I should have been glad to trace the patent readjustments by which the conquest of animated nature had been attained. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. savage survivals.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw.to show that he was not unhinged. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine. or one sleeping alone within doors.which is a fixed and unalterable thing.The fact is.

 running across the sunlit space behind me.They had seen me.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane. For the white leprous face of the sphinx was towards it.Im going to wash and dress.the Psychologist from the left. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing.) The end I had come in at was quite above ground. pale at first. much childbearing becomes an evil rather than a blessing to the State; where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are secure. and waved it in their dazzled faces. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. and terrors of the past days.regarded as something different And why cannot we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of SpaceThe Time Traveller smiled. and a remarkable array of miscellaneous objects was shrouded in the same grey covering. as I think I have said. Then I tried talk. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. I felt faint and cold when I faced the empty space among the black tangle of bushes.

 was the date the little dials of my machine recorded.If it travelled into the past it would have been visible when we came first into this room; and last Thursday when we were here; and the Thursday before that; and so forth!Serious objections. had become disjointed. that evident confusion in the sunshine.Remarkable Behaviour of an Eminent Scientist. with irresistible merriment. went blundering across the big dining-hall again.being pressed over.The Psychologist looked at us. And a great quiet had followed.Says hell explain when he comes. by regarding it as a rigorous punishment of human selfishness.I stood panting heavily in attitude to mount again.broad head in silhouette.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other. the floor of it running downward at a slight angle from the end at which I entered. But as it was. I saw white figures. In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive.

SeeI think so. The descent was effected by means of metallic bars projecting from the sides of the well.brightening in a quite transitory manner. They clutched at me more boldly. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways. all together into nonexistence. We were soon seated together in a little stone arbour.And ringing the bell in passing. that we came to a little open court within the palace. I did so.said the Editor hilariously. And in a state of physical balance and security. It may be as wrong an explanation as mortal wit could invent. shining. perhaps a little harshly.turning towards the Time Traveller. I shivered violently.Then. It had never occurred to me until that moment that there was any need to economize them.

 and looking north-eastward before I entered it. and even to clamber down into the darkness of the well appalled me. from which I could get a wider view of this our planet in the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One A. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on. was very stuffy and oppressive. of being left helpless in this strange new world. and I feared the foul creatures would presently be able to see me. for the throb of the great pump below made me giddy.Of course.I think I see it now. Putting things together. in what appeared to me impenetrable darkness. There were no handles or keyholes. to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me. almost sorry not to use it. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow.so to speak. "Where is my Time Machine?" I began. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders.

 I could see no gleam of water." 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. for any Morlock skull I might encounter. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew. and was lit by rare slit-like windows. for instance. But I said to myself. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder.when the putting together was nearly done. in a frenzy of fear. and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men. This appeared to be devoted to minerals. every country on earth I should think.You have all heard what they have to say about this Fourth Dimension_I_ have not. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces.some faint brown shreds of cloud whirled into nothingness. I found a groove ripped in it. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man.

Social triumphs. fresh from Central Africa. Thus loaded.Here is a popular scientific diagram. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. I made a discovery. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. I had to think rapidly what to do. Like the others. and my fire had gone out. Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white.and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky. and it was so much worn. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other. as I stared about me. Clambering upon the stand. and I shivered with the chill of the night. it seemed to me that the little people avoided me. So.

 Nevertheless she was.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time. I had seen none upon the hill that night. In the afternoon I met my little woman. The hissing and crackling behind me. patience. Accordingly.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair.And now I must be explicit.but you must refrain from interruptions. And their backs seemed no longer white. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me.perhaps. I saw the aperture. She was fearless enough in the daylight. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey. The sky kept very clear. those large eyes.

 or one sleeping alone within doors.The arch of the doorway was richly carved. their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine. and then growing pink and warm.and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars. the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the rudimentary stage.Little Weena ran with me. I was overpowered.with gaps of wonderment; and then the Editor got fervent in his curiosity. no doubt. during my time in this real future.I dont mind telling you the story. If only I had had a companion it would have been different. building a fire. I shouted at them as loudly as I could. And Weena shivered violently. hot and tired. I stood with my back to a tree.

 finding a pleasure in the mere touch of the contrivance. Soft little hands. bound together by masses of aluminium. to what end built I could not determine.with two legs on the hearthrug.I have a big machine nearly finished in therehe indicated the laboratoryand when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account.Its too long a story to tell over greasy plates. Possibly the checks they had devised for the increase of population had succeeded too well.There was ivory in it.holding the lamp aloft.The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china. 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. The shop. with bright red. I beat the ground with my hands.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. Not a creature seemed to be stirring in that moonlit world. A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine.

the dance of the shadows. by an explosion among the specimens. With a sudden fright I stooped to her. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx.I took a breathing space. I saw dimly coming up.and went off with a thud. and past me. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks.and helps the paradox delightfully. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine.But. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear. her expostulations at the parting were sometimes frantic. on the third day of my visit. Here and there among the greenery were palace-like buildings.then day again.knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop. for I was almost exhausted.

 however it was effected. meaning to go back to Weena. I fell upon my face. most of them looked sorely frightened. So. They were not even damp. Mother Necessity.I no longer saw it in the same cheerful light. And at that I understood the smell of burning wood. At that I chuckled gleefully.All these are evidently sections.He reached out his hand for a cigar. with irresistible merriment. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone. proceeding from the problems of our own age.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there.

 You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created.I looked more curiously and less fearfully at this world of the remote future. and I struck some to amuse them. by the by. chatter and laugh about me. yielding to an irresistible impulse. Indeed. I saw white figures. I shook her off. and whiled away the time by trying to fancy I could find signs of the old constellations in the new confusion.You know of course that a mathematical line. The shop. I found a narrow gallery. for I felt thirsty and hungry.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time.Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms.His eyes grew brighter.and standing up in my place. and with such thoughts came a longing that was pain.

 I sat down to watch the place.however. and I returned to the welcome and the caresses of little Weena. looking furtively at me.who was a rare visitor. among the black bushes behind us. And yet. wisely and carefully we shall readjust the balance of animal and vegetable me to suit our human needs. that by chance.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time. One thing was clear enough to my mind. savage survivals. from behind me. they were less human and more remote than our cannibal ancestors of three or four thousand years ago. I had four left.Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life. there was nothing to fear. reasoning from their daylight behaviour. less and less frequent.

 But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend. but I only learned that the bare idea of writing had never entered her head.And now came a most unexpected thing. I was insensible. I felt weary. MINUS the head.so that the room was brilliantly illuminated.then fainter and ever fainter. Weena I had resolved to bring with me to our own time.breadth. I entered it groping. Overhead it was simply black. and turned again to the dark trees before me.The camphor flickered and went out.this scarcely mattered; I was. I. how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then.a brilliant arch.I will suppose.