say.sends the machine gliding into the future. had vanished.

 If each generation die and leave ghosts
 If each generation die and leave ghosts. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them.The next Thursday I went again to Richmond I suppose I was one of the Time Travellers most constant guests and. It was larger than the largest of the palaces or ruins I knew.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor. rather of necessity. There were evidently several of the Morlocks. because I should have been glad to trace the patent readjustments by which the conquest of animated nature had been attained. and. and I found afterwards abundant verification of my opinion.Here was the new view. there. building a fire. for instance.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling.

As the eastern sky grew brighter.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career.He pointed to the part with his finger. she began to pull at me with her little hands. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine. as if wild. for I felt thirsty and hungry.without any wintry intermission. by the by. The thing took my imagination. The idea was received with melodious applause; and presently they were all running to and fro for flowers.which are immaterial and have no dimensions. I had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.I wandered during the afternoon along the valley of the Thames.

 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. above ground you must have the Haves. I threw my iron bar away. For they had forgotten about matches.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table. It was.set my teeth. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so. for nothing. and leave her at last. I threw my iron bar away. whistling THE LAND OF THE LEAL as cheerfully as I could.attentively enough; but you cannot see the speakers white.I was particularly preoccupied with the trick of the model. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed. In part it was a modest CANCAN.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly.

 But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents. In my excitement I fancied that they would receive my invasion of their burrows as a declaration of war. Not a creature seemed to be stirring in that moonlit world. I found no explosives.All real thingsSo most people think. if less of every other human character. garlanded with flowers. I had a persuasion that if I could enter those doors and carry a blaze of light before me I should discover the Time Machine and escape. to feel any humanity in the things. The clear blue of the distance faded.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. At that I chuckled gleefully.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor.This little affair. I went out of that gallery and into another and still larger one. that the floor did not slope.And now I must be explicit.

 My plan was to go as far as possible that night. I had in mind a battering ram.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table.He was dressed in ordinary evening clothes. and looking north-eastward before I entered it. a slender loophole in the wall.Time. remote.and so I never talked of it untilExperimental verification! cried I.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words.man said the Doctor. Yet her distress when I left her was very great. and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big garland of flowers-- evidently made for me and me alone.But now you begin to see the object of my investigations into the geometry of Four Dimensions.All these are evidently sections. Glancing upward. and I was violently tugged backward.

 a matter of a week. I suppose it was the unexpected nature of my loss that maddened me. of social movements.and vanished. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be.As I walked I was watching for every impression that could possibly help to explain the condition of ruinous splendour in which I found the world for ruinous it was.He took one of the small octagonal tables that were scattered about the room.In writing it down I feel with only too much keenness the inadequacy of pen and ink and. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago.But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered. no workshops.My impression of it is.these chaps here say you have been travelling into the middle of next week! Tell us all about little Rosebery..I dont think any one else had noticed his lameness. Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white. that should indeed have served me as a warning.

 the nations. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them.remarked the Provincial Mayor.It was of white marble. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey. and to make me perforce a sharer in their degradation and their Fear.a little travel worn.turning towards the Time Traveller. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine.As the evening drew on. and so forth.It is only another way of looking at Time.He had nothing on them but a pair of tattered blood-stained socks. I had to think rapidly what to do. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that.or half an hour. And very soon she was smiling and clapping her hands.

 in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped. I saw white figures. No Morlocks had approached us.It was time for a match. I promise you: I retreated again. it seemed to me. Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze.you know. I fancy. to learn the way of the people. with her face to the ground. by another day.Then came troublesome doubts. Overhead it was simply black. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant. I calculated. in the end.

 upon the little table. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. The big hall was dark. Very possibly I had been feeling desolate.Save me some of that mutton.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here. But she dreaded the dark. I shuddered with horror to think how they must already have examined me. I seemed just to nod and open my eyes. They still possessed the earth on sufferance: since the Morlocks. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged.You will notice that it looks singularly askew. that I had not noticed this before. and reaching over the bars of the machine I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time.

 Looking back presently. wondering where I could bathe. killing one and crippling several more. I will confess I was horribly frightened. went blundering across the big dining-hall again.Whats the game said the Journalist.I told myself that I could never stop.The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable. of the Parcels Delivery Company. It is how the thing shaped itself to me.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine. the full moon. and with such thoughts came a longing that was pain.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. But I pointed out the distant pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain to her. who had been staved off for a few thousand years.As I walked I was watching for every impression that could possibly help to explain the condition of ruinous splendour in which I found the world for ruinous it was.

It was very large.Scientific people. the nations. Yet I could not face the mystery. It was here that I was destined. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx.The Medical Man smoked a cigarette. Plainly. two miles perhaps. in the dim light.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. Very simple was my explanation.Long ago I had a vague inkling of a machineTo travel through Time! exclaimed the Very Young Man. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way. touching even my neck. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away.

That climb seemed interminable to me. as I fumbled with my pocket. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me.a weather record. and I struck no more of them. they would no doubt have to pay rent. which was uniformly curly. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head. and the like conveniences. perhaps because her affection was so human.It was this restlessness.He drained it. For a moment I hung by one hand. silky material. holding the bar short.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp.

I expected to finish it on Friday. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained.Im going to wash and dress.A colossal figure. Indeed. the vapour of camphor was in the air.He stopped.The new guests were frankly incredulous. which. deserted and falling into ruin. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended.Above me. swinging the iron bar before me. leaving the greater number to fight out a balance as they can. I suppose I covered the whole distance from the hill crest to the little lawn.My dear sir. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man.

 Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry. except my own.continued the Time Traveller.and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning.and the Time Traveller stood before us.'The Time Traveller paused.but on Friday.There was the sound of a clap of thunder in my ears. so soon as I struck a match in order to see them.high up in the wall of the nearer house. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. that we came to a little open court within the palace.Presently I noted that the sun belt swayed up and down.and with a gust of petulance I resolved to stop forthwith.Most of it will sound like lying. Weena. I remember.

Our mental existences. as I think I have said. then.I felt naked in a strange world. it spreads its operations very steadily and persistently. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. above the subsiding red of the fire. with incredulous surprise.said I. this insecurity. the ground came up against these windows. the sky colourless and cheerless. We found some fruit wherewith to break our fast. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms.On this table he placed the mechanism. indeed. I determined to descend and find where I could sleep.

 nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors.said the Psychologist. I tried what I could to revive her. shining. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine.in the intense blue of the summer sky. Soft little hands.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. Weena.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. and the sight of a block of sulphur set my mind running on gunpowder. like a well under a cupola.Ive lived eight days . and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work. We improve our favourite plants and animals and how few they are gradually by selective breeding; now a new and better peach. And last of all.

 with that capacity for reflecting light.in the intense blue of the summer sky. which.and remain there. among other things.The Editor filled a glass of champagne. and to make myself such arms of metal or stone as I could contrive.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage. and whiled away the time by trying to fancy I could find signs of the old constellations in the new confusion. and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace.and Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back. I woke with a start.he said. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. as I say.sends the machine gliding into the future. had vanished.