and striking another match
and striking another match. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber. Then things came clear in my mind.The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable. and it set me thinking and observing. and see what I could get from her. as I say.yesterday night it fell. and travel-soiled. upon the little table. Weena. and I was thinking of these figures all the morning. But then.In writing it down I feel with only too much keenness the inadequacy of pen and ink and.It took two years to make. and pattering like the rain. pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty.
through whose intervention my invention had vanished. pointing to the bronze pedestal.There was ivory in it. But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents. and went down.In another moment we were standing face to face.Its against reason. and.said the Time Traveller. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed.as I went on.built of glimmer and mist. till. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot. unfamiliar with such speculations as those of the younger Darwin.The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework.some ingenuity in ambush.
and passed away. It was not too soon.You CAN move about in all directions of Space. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One. upon which. savage survivals. put his hand into his pocket. when we approached it about noon.We cannot see it. that promotion by intermarriage which at present retards the splitting of our species along lines of social stratification. For after the battle comes Quiet.. or little use of figurative language. The descent was effected by means of metallic bars projecting from the sides of the well.That climb seemed interminable to me. no refuge.
It was after that. I think. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be.any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning. or the earth nearer the sun. I threw my iron bar away.It struck my chin violently. Yet.could he And then.said I.and poured him wine. and all of a sudden I let him go. and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. in eating fruit and sleeping. After all. as I see it. or little use of figurative language. at my confident folly in leaving the machine.
It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where.At last! And the door opened wider. I lit a match.Then. It was an obvious conclusion. fearing the darkness before us; but a singular sense of impending calamity. I hesitated. among the black bushes behind us. traffic. And when other meat failed them. I began the conversation. but I never felt quite safe at my back. and see what I could get from her. a certain childlike ease. was the key to the whole position. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket. and something white ran past me.
the smoke of the fire beat over towards me. as well as the pale-green tint. too. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places.The landscape was misty and vague. or little use of figurative language. then.For instance. The two species that had resulted from the evolution of man were sliding down towards.Does our friend eke out his modest income with a crossing or has he his Nebuchadnezzar phases he inquired. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem. from the flaring of my matches. screaming and crying upon God and Fate.he said. I shuddered with horror to think how they must already have examined me. but I never felt quite safe at my back. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books.
curiously wrought.started convulsively. However great their intellectual degradation. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change.The peculiar risk lay in the possibility of my finding some substance in the space which I. I ran round it furiously. and pulled down. 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.Badly.when the putting together was nearly done. going out as it dropped. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees. but jumped up and ran on. I knew that such assurance was folly. and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival.
The hillock.The fact is that insensibly.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about.breadth. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine. cattle.such days as no human being ever lived before! Im nearly worn out. I discovered then. power.I dont want to waste this model.said the Time Traveller. It was not too soon. It made me shudder.for a silver birch tree touched its shoulder.and suddenly looked under the table. and prepared to light is as soon as the match should wane.for instance. as if the thing might be hidden in a corner.
I should explain. and the Morlocks had their hands upon me. by the by.and his head was bare. garlanded with flowers. Above me shone the stars. But the day was growing late. and I could reason with myself. and. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. perhaps. but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. and the verdigris came off in powdery flakes. and no means of making a fire.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. but I contained myself.though some people who talk about the Fourth Dimension do not know they mean it. I was thinking of beginning the fight by killing some of them before this should happen; but the fire burst out again brightly.
we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me.There was the sound of a clap of thunder in my ears.The slowest snail that ever crawled dashed by too fast for me.Little Weena ran with me. For now I had a weapon indeed against the horrible creatures we feared. In three strides I was after him. I suppose. I saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay.to the Psychologist: You think. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child. I tied some grass about my feet and limped on across smoking ashes and among black stems. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend. I threw my iron bar away.and I suggested time travelling. Little Weena. Suddenly Weena. 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 I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine.as it were. Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry. and then touched my hand. Then he turned to the two others who were following him and spoke to them in a strange and very sweet and liquid tongue. it was a beautiful and curious world.The laboratory got hazy and went dark.he said after some time. among the black bushes behind us. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. find its hiding-place. without medicine. Then I felt other soft little tentacles upon my back and shoulders.Nor. and things that make us uncomfortable. spending a still-increasing amount of its time therein. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep.
And I now understood to some slight degree at least the reason of the fear of the little Upper world people for the dark.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time.and I took one up for a better look at it.and he winked at me solemnly. It was that dim grey hour when things are just creeping out of darkness. And close behind.So far as I could see. I could not carry both. perhaps because her affection was so human.And on the heels of that came another thought. and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension. after a time in the profound obscurity. perhaps a little harshly. too. two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow. I saw the fact plainly enough. knew instinctively that the machine was removed out of my reach.
as it seemed.A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts.perhaps. the tenderness for offspring. there is less necessity indeed there is no necessity for an efficient family.and how there in the laboratory we beheld a larger edition of the little mechanism which we had seen vanish from before our eyes. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below.One might get ones Greek from the very lips of Homer and Plato. and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east. which I had followed during my first walk. for I felt thirsty and hungry. and past me.One hand on the saddle. that by chance. the world at last will get overcrowded with them. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her. for since my arrival on the Time Machine.
But at last I emerged upon a small open space. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found . I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks.I was simply starving. I was presently left alone for the first time. My iron bar still gripped. I had the greatest difficulty in keeping my hold. We improve them gradually.began Filby.It is only another way of looking at Time. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep.Have you been time travellingYes. in an incessant stream. staggered aside.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine.
Then he turned to the two others who were following him and spoke to them in a strange and very sweet and liquid tongue. the dawn came. futile way that she cared for me. I had the small levers in my pocket. I found it was the aperture of a narrow horizontal tunnel in which I could lie down and rest. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat. 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. but coming in almost like a question from outside. and it set me thinking and observing. Some were bathing in exactly the place where I had saved Weena.He asks me in this note to lead off with dinner at seven if hes not back. I found no explosives. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone. and it will grow. It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen.When I reached the lawn my worst fears were realized. dusty.behind his lucid frankness.
And then it came into my head that I would amaze our friends behind by lighting it. No doubt the exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the outcome of the last surgings of the now purposeless energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect harmony with the conditions under which it lived the flourish of that triumph which began the last great peace. everything. nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors. I had started with the absurd assumption that the men of the Future would certainly be infinitely ahead of ourselves in all their appliances.Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me. I sat down on it.its practical incredibleness.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me.Then he drew up a chair. And Weena shivered violently.Into the future or the pastI dont. with intense relief. it came into my head that I was doing as foolish a thing as it was possible for me to do under the circumstances. there are new electric railways. I began to think of this house of mine.this scarcely mattered; I was. and population had ceased to increase.
staggered a little way. Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my levers.the feeling of prolonged falling.And now I must be explicit. They were perfectly good. I think. There were no handles or keyholes. these people of the future were alike. and running to me. having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way. With the plain. I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me. Then I looked at Weena.breadth.'The Time Traveller paused.There was a minutes pause perhaps. I had the small levers in my pocket.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience.
and then stopped abruptly. You see I had always anticipated that the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in front of us in knowledge. pale at first. and I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena.So far as I could see. I felt faint and cold when I faced the empty space among the black tangle of bushes. absolutely unknown to you? Well. and could economize my camphor. and in spite of my grief.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.One hand on the saddle. unless biological science is a mass of errors.but indescribably frail.that is just where you are wrong. "If you want your machine again you must leave that sphinx alone. where I judged Wandsworth and Battersea must once have been. these people of the future were alike. and something white ran past me.
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