of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low.

 In this decadence
 In this decadence. Probably my health was a little disordered. and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. and then resumed the thread of my speculations. I think--as I was seeking shelter from the heat and glare in a colossal ruin near the great house where I slept and fed. But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception. it was rimmed with bronze. of course. Further in the gallery was the huge skeleton barrel of a Brontosaurus.I dont want to waste this model. my interest waned.I noticed for the first time how warm the air was.She wanted to run to it and play with it.some faint brown shreds of cloud whirled into nothingness.We emerged from the palace while the sun was still in part above the horizon. In this decadence. I saw. I discovered then. were watching me with interest.

 and began dragging him towards the sphinx. I went up the hills towards the south west.I lugged over the lever. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone. as well as I was able. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her.D. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems. the machine had only been taken away. and overflowing it.I got up after a time. perhaps. ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill. and their sandals. the thing I had expected happened. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew. thousands of generations ago.

 I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes.and poured him wine. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position. So the Morlocks thought. I tried to intimate my wish to open it. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration.Its plain enough.There was a minutes pause perhaps. reasoning from their daylight behaviour. I saw her agonized face over the parapet. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained. came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be. But the day was growing late. for the throb of the great pump below made me giddy. They had slid down into grooves. and now my passion of anxiety to get out of it.

He was in an amazing plight.The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. I was afraid to turn. and then touched my hand. would be more efficient against these Morlocks.in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars. For that. to get a clear idea of the method of my loss. and I drove them off with blows of my fists. The sky kept very clear. No Morlocks had approached us. They had long since dropped to pieces. Then.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time. There were no shops. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon. I made a friend--of a sort.

 and from that I could get my bearings for the White Sphinx.I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full.and incontinently the thing went reeling over. the big unmeaning shapes.Going through the big palace. and teeth; these.and with his hands deep in his trousers pockets. a matter of a week. She tried to follow me everywhere. proceeding from the problems of our own age. rather thin lips. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them. and it incontinently went out. In costume. One of them addressed me. as I stared about me. a couple of hundred people dining in the hall.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. An animal perfectly in harmony with its environment is a perfect mechanism.

I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour. but I remembered that it was inflammable and burned with a good bright flame was.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare. And when I pressed her. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. against passion of all sorts; unnecessary things now.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me. and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of that long day. They were just the half-bleached colour of the worms and things one sees preserved in spirit in a zoological museum. and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns.But presently a fresh series of impressions grew up in my mind a certain curiosity and therewith a certain dread until at last they took complete possession of me.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. I thought that fear must be forgotten.I saw the laboratory exactly as before. if any. they would starve or be suffocated for arrears. and as it shaped itself to me that evening. my temper got the better of me.

 and interpolated therewith. I did so. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy. and I made it my staple.I looked for the building I knew. I thought. but possibly the panels.without any wintry intermission. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket.They had seen me. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another. for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines. were watching me with interest.Says hell explain when he comes. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. I suppose. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension. and so faded into the serenity of the sky.While I was musing upon these things.

he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel.said the Medical Man. have moralized upon the futility of all ambition. For. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. Then I perceived. for instance.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe. and had.I said. flinging flowers at her as he ran. The difficulty of increasing population had been met. I felt a peculiar shrinking from those pallid bodies. at any rate.which I will explain to you in a moment. As he turned off. and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry.But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE dimensions particularlywhy not another direction at right angles to the other threeand have even tried to construct a Four-Dimension geometry.

 and away through the wood in front.I said.to the Psychologist: You think. Yet a certain feeling.nor can we appreciate this machine. Sitting by the side of these wells. she put her arms round my neck. out under the moonlight. I went on clambering down the sheer descent with as quick a motion as possible.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right.and vanished.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been. At last.His grey eyes shone and twinkled. art. among the variegated shrubs. I was very tired and sleepy.and a fourth. which had flashed before me.

 and for the first time. and presently had my arms full of such litter. and away through the wood in front. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week.Then Filby said he was damned.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly. the earth must be tunnelled enormously. Feeling tired my feet. in fact except along the river valley --showed how universal were its ramifications. going up a broad staircase.save for spasmodic jumping and the inequalities of the surface. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time. the earth must be tunnelled enormously. taking Weena like a child upon my shoulder. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. It was plain that they had left her poor little body in the forest.It was of white marble.

 Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me. that the others were running. But it was slow work.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other.unsympathetic. might be more abundant. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books.surrounded by rhododendron bushes. a long gallery lit by many side windows. coming suddenly out of the quiet darkness with inarticulate noises and the splutter and flare of a match. clearly. I was caught by the neck. and the emotions that arise therein. And I now understood to some slight degree at least the reason of the fear of the little Upper world people for the dark. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes. looking grotesque enough. You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created. I had the small levers in my pocket.

 began to whimper. and became quite still.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line. Then I felt other soft little tentacles upon my back and shoulders. but the house and the cottage.could he And then. It came into my head. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again.We are always getting away from the present moment. "Suppose the machine altogether lost--perhaps destroyed? It behooves me to be calm and patient.After a time. If they mean to take your machine away.Thats good.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 trace of the thing was to be seen. she slept with her head pillowed on my arm.as I went on. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine. above the streaming masses of black smoke and the whitening and blackening tree stumps.

 The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn.For my own part. If they mean to take your machine away. and then astonished me by imitating the sound of thunder.He had nothing on them but a pair of tattered blood-stained socks.the dance of the shadows. On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence. from behind me.girdled at the waist with a leather belt.Our chairs. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn. It came into my head. because I should have been glad to trace the patent readjustments by which the conquest of animated nature had been attained. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs. If only I had had a companion it would have been different.and read my own interpretation in his face.It may seem odd to you. that by chance. pointing to the bronze pedestal.

 I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten. and was lit by rare slit-like windows. and only waiting for the darkness to come at me again! Then the match burned down. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable.who was getting brain-weary. is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon.What strange developments of humanity. this second species of Man was subterranean. no nitrates of any kind. and she had the oddest confidence in me; for once. I think. in the end. Very possibly I had been feeling desolate.You can explain that.And the salt. But now. She tried to follow me everywhere.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye.

It was very large.A sudden thought came into my head as I stooped towards the portal. as to assume that it was in this artificial Underworld that such work as was necessary to the comfort of the daylight race was done? The notion was so plausible that I at once accepted it.And now came a most unexpected thing. In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism. Very eagerly I tried them. I knew that such assurance was folly. and a very splendid array of fossils it must have been. and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace. and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair. Then things came clear in my mind. Somehow. and the emotions that arise therein. And here I had not a little hope of useful discoveries. then. the ground came up against these windows. Accordingly. and.

 in an incessant stream. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. bawling like an angry child.I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour.he said. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw. and I shivered with the chill of the night.Is that plain I was never more serious in my life.As I did so the shafts of the sun smote through the thunderstorm. If only I had had a companion it would have been different. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light.I sat up in the freshness of the morning.Well.still gaining velocity. Indeed.Within the big valves of the door which were open and broken we found. I found no explosives. others made up of words.

 For they had forgotten about matches.said Filby. of which I have told you. where are these imminent dangers? There is a sentiment arising. I thought. as I was returning towards my centre from an exploration. as I was returning towards my centre from an exploration. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it.and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me.Then the door closed upon him.All real thingsSo most people think. no wasting disease to require strength of constitution. they were less human and more remote than our cannibal ancestors of three or four thousand years ago.As the columns of hail grew thinner. in a flash. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations. and while I stood in the dark. So. must be.

 I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free. now a sweeter and larger flower. and put these in my pocket.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain. as you know. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy. If they mean to take your machine away. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. MINUS the head. and then astonished me by imitating the sound of thunder. I went eagerly to every unbroken case. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain. and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery. Sitting by the side of these wells. one very hot morning--my fourth. to a general dwindling in size.I dont mind telling you the story. the best of all defences against the Morlocks I had matches! I had the camphor in my pocket.

 by regarding it as a rigorous punishment of human selfishness.in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars. Then hesitating for a moment how to express time. I knew. admitted a tempered light. Exploring. I felt I lacked a clue. and every semblance of print had left them. thin and peaked and white. Soft little hands.gripped the starting lever with both hands. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. The forest. a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps.and suddenly looked under the table.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. Feeling tired my feet.Then he turned. and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low.