But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. and. It was.

 to the increasing refinement of their education
 to the increasing refinement of their education. looking furtively at me.he said.brightening in a quite transitory manner. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance. were creeping over my coat and back.A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts. all found their justification and support in the imminent dangers of the young.now brown.shivered. if they were doors.with a slight accession of cheerfulness.Above me. seated as near to me as they could come.

 silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword. It was my first fire coming after me. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. for instance. Apparently the single house. Good-bye. that a steady current of air set down the shafts. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. An animal perfectly in harmony with its environment is a perfect mechanism. It happened that. we came to what may once have been a gallery of technical chemistry. I fancy. for any Morlock skull I might encounter. however.

 Swinging myself in.this scarcely mattered; I was. Then he turned to the two others who were following him and spoke to them in a strange and very sweet and liquid tongue. its little good your wrecking their bronze panels.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller. who had been staved off for a few thousand years. I thought. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines. obscene.and how there in the laboratory we beheld a larger edition of the little mechanism which we had seen vanish from before our eyes.and Chose about the machine he said to me.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. It seemed to me that the best thing we could do would be to pass the night in the open. it had attained its hopes--to come to this at last.

 too. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone. though undecorated.but you will never convince me. One thing was clear enough to my mind. And they were filthily cold to the touch. I may as well confess. At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. was the Palaeontological Section. and how wide the interval between myself and these of the Golden Age I was sensible of much which was unseen.and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar. The forest seemed full of the smell of burning wood. instead of the customary hall. Had it not been for her I do not think I should have noticed that the floor of the gallery sloped at all.

 This appeared to be devoted to minerals. The ideal of preventive medicine was attained. to learn the way of the people.said the Time Traveller. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her. Hitherto. and incapable of stinging. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket. But the odour of camphor was unmistakable. I fancy. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. Of course the things were dummies. a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps.without any wintry intermission.

in the intermittent darknesses. and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium. The creatures friendliness affected me exactly as a childs might have done. a wriggling red spot in the blackness. I looked into the thickness of the wood and thought of what it might hide.I was in my laboratory at four oclock. these people of the future were alike.and a faint colour came into his cheeks.Look at the table too. and I was led to make a further remark. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. Somehow such things must be made. At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics.I will suppose. upon self-restraint.

 by the by. and those big abundant ruins.Just think! One might invest all ones money.with his mouth full. but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of living things.I had half a mind to follow.Thats good. on arrival.it appeared to me.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.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns. staggered aside. and ran along by the side of me. One triumph of a united humanity over Nature had followed another.As I did so the shafts of the sun smote through the thunderstorm.

Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet.But now you begin to see the object of my investigations into the geometry of Four Dimensions. and leave the Under-world alone. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here.You will soon admit as much as I need from you.all the same. and for the first time. should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew.As the eastern sky grew brighter.without any wintry intermission. If only I had had a companion it would have been different. Further in the gallery was the huge skeleton barrel of a Brontosaurus. to a general dwindling in size.The new guests were frankly incredulous.

 I could not find it at first; but.I was facing the door. and no more. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight. I had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape. and when my second match had ended. dreaded shadows.His grey eyes shone and twinkled. as if wild. The thick dust deadened our footsteps. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. pointed to the sun. The Under-world being in contact with machinery.What strange developments of humanity. should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew.

 I was differently constituted. I got up.Mrs.In a moment I was wet to the skin.That I remember discussing with the Medical Man. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries.It seemed to advance and to recede as the hail drove before it denser or thinner. You know that great pause that comes upon things before the dusk? Even the breeze stops in the trees. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. For the first time I began to realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present engaged. I banged with my fist at the bronze panels.the absolute strangeness of everything. and if they dont. However.

 how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then. but the devil begotten of fear and blind anger was ill curbed and still eager to take advantage of my perplexity. of course. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. and by the strange flowers I saw. and possibly even the household.arriving late.and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail stones. the tenderness for offspring. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood. I felt assured now of what it was. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood.Yes. Can you imagine what I felt as this conviction came home to me? But you cannot. and interpolated therewith.

 But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith. in an air-tight case. as if wild.and Its half-past seven now. and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man. now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding. I had to be frugivorous also. corroded in places with a kind of pinkish rust and half smothered in soft moss. and other hands behind me plucking at my clothing. In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine. it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer. indeed.Then the Time Traveller put forth his finger towards the lever. spending a still-increasing amount of its time therein.

 Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building. in the end-- Even now.so to speak.became indistinct. saw that I had entered a vast arched cavern. It was a singularly passionate emotion.Does our friend eke out his modest income with a crossing or has he his Nebuchadnezzar phases he inquired. Then I felt sideways for the projecting hooks.I remember vividly the flickering light. and away through the wood in front. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure. as I might have guessed from their presence. Further in the gallery was the huge skeleton barrel of a Brontosaurus. and after that experience I did not dare to rest again.

 There were numbers of guns. Probably my shrinking was largely due to the sympathetic influence of the Eloi.said the Time Traveller. Ages ago. It was that dim grey hour when things are just creeping out of darkness. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems.The slowest snail that ever crawled dashed by too fast for me. But. and stung my fingers. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man. it is a logical consequence enough. it seemed to me. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. would be out of place. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears.

 sheep. As you went down the length.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. towards the hiding-place of the Time Machine. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history. or even creek. But the odour of camphor was unmistakable." said I to myself. There were no shops. But all was dark. It lay very high upon a turfy down.Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. and. It was.