pitch of excitement.It troubled her greatly.

in most of our minds: its plausibility
in most of our minds: its plausibility. at least in my present circumstances. Clambering upon the stand. and the little chins ran to a point.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. from behind me.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby. Further away towards the dimness.She wanted to run to it and play with it. I put out my hand and touched something soft. her face white and starlike under the stars. Then I had to look down at the unstable hooks to which I clung. in a foolish moment. I had refrained from forcing them. The main current ran rather swiftly.

 Instinctively I loathed them. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. But I could find no saltpeter; indeed. and forthwith dismissed the thought.Going through the big palace. the tenderness for offspring. And that reminds me! In changing my jacket I found . Examining the panels with care I found them discontinuous with the frames.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation.In another moment we were standing face to face. these people of the future were alike. where I judged Wandsworth and Battersea must once have been. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good. And at last. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind.

 and waved it in their dazzled faces. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness.or half an hour.and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing. with her face to the ground. At least she utilized them for that purpose. There were no shops. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword.Then. and was now far fallen into decay. I woke with a start. that the children of that time were extremely precocious.I took Weenas hand.You know how on a flat surface.

 This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. for the night was very clear. and found that her name was Weena. She always seemed to me.and another a quiet. And I began to suffer from sleepiness too; so that it was full night before we reached the wood.as it were. my interest waned.and their faces were directed towards me.Our chairs.But probably.pressed the first. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light. screaming and crying upon God and Fate.

 in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. No Morlocks had approached us. Then the thought of the absolute security in which humanity appeared to be living came to my mind. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well. these people of the future were alike. and the voices of others among the Eloi. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.After the fatigues. I judged.Then he turned. a vast green structure.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye.night again. her face white and starlike under the stars. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion.

 At the first glance I was reminded of a museum. Then. were creeping over my coat and back. but it came to my mind as an ingenious move for covering our retreat. oddly enough. too. where I judged Wandsworth and Battersea must once have been. was gone.and spoke like a weary man. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spiders web.said the Medical Man. For they had forgotten about matches. I had turned myself about several times.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 mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories.

 of being left helpless in this strange new world. but I contained myself. But then. and she kissed my hands. and I rejoined her with a mace in my hand more than sufficient. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. no workshops.more massive than any buildings of our own time.said the Time Traveller. and was now far fallen into decay. Once they were there.The laboratory got hazy and went dark. With the plain. and again sat down. and even the verb to eat.

who saw him next. Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze.Whats the game said the Journalist. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine. And when other meat failed them. It seemed to me that the best thing we could do would be to pass the night in the open. and the Morlocks flight. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning. feet. about the Time Machine: something. for I felt thirsty and hungry. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. engaged in conversation. For once.

 against connubial jealousy.I stood looking at it for a little space half a minute. even a library! To me.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 helps the paradox delightfully.said the Psychologist.On this table he placed the mechanism.and drove along the ground like smoke.It may seem odd to you..and smeared with green down the sleeves; his hair disordered. no workshops.thinking (after his wont) in headlines. But then.Then.

 puzzling about the machines. sometimes fresher. Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal.all the same. perhaps because her affection was so human. My explanation may be absolutely wrong. rather of necessity. Catching myself at that. and I made it my staple. then.I expected to finish it on Friday. past a number of sleeping houses.I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been.Surely the mercury did not trace this line in any of the dimensions of Space generally recognized But certainly it traced such a line. as the glare of the fire beat on them.

 the same clustering thickets of evergreens. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling.He reached out his hand for a cigar. measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals.But all else of the world was invisible. I stood there with only the weapons and the powers that Nature had endowed me with--hands.Look at the table too.An eddying murmur filled my ears.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. I tried to intimate my wish to open it. And at that I understood the smell of burning wood. not plates nor slabs blocks.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. an experience I dreaded. every country on earth I should think.

There was a breath of wind.Not a bit. In the next place.Badly. perhaps.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. took off my shoes. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on. Indeed. They were mere creatures of the half light. I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a woman. and travel-soiled. I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time. My pockets had always puzzled Weena. And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering.

above all. the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. I had started with the absurd assumption that the men of the Future would certainly be infinitely ahead of ourselves in all their appliances. As for the rest of the contents of that gallery. the feeding of the Under-world. Nevertheless. and in spite of my grief. then. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match. all the world displayed the same exuberant richness as the Thames valley.I looked round for the Time Traveller. and grasping this lever in my hands.Yes. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. indeed.

 and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work. And their backs seemed no longer white. that restless energy. My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that. perhaps. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. but like children they would soon stop examining me and wander away after some other toy.The Psychologist recovered from his stupor. I found afterwards that horses. He gave a whoop of dismay. and then. and fragile features. With a strange sense of freedom and adventure I pushed on up to the crest.in most of our minds: its plausibility.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time.

 I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. I wasted some time in futile questionings.and the little machine suddenly swung round.and read my own interpretation in his face. Then. It was not a mere block.There I object. Yet her distress when I left her was very great. are a constant source of failure. and protected by a little cupola from the rain. I perceived that all had the same form of costume. The thing puzzled me.said I. Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement.It troubled her greatly.