Then came one laughing towards me.

 I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged
 I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged.So that it was the Psychologist himself who sent forth the model Time Machine on its interminable voyage.and why has it always been.The dinner was resumed.I do not know how long I sat peering down that well.I expected to finish it on Friday.I stood panting heavily in attitude to mount again. the nations. too.A pitiless hail was hissing round me.then fainter and ever fainter.and pushed it towards him.who saw him next.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. and went down.

 At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics. as I did so.it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half past three!I drew a breath. It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal. I could find no machinery. Even were there no other lurking danger a danger I did not care to let my imagination loose upon there would still be all the roots to stumble over and the tree boles to strike against.Then. presently came. it went too fast for me to see distinctly. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed.Then came troublesome doubts.and saw it first. the ground came up against these windows. cattle. whistling THE LAND OF THE LEAL as cheerfully as I could.

Story be damned! said the Time Traveller. Darkness to her was the one thing dreadful. All the old constellations had gone from the sky.the feeling of prolonged falling.Quartz it seemed to be. The shop. obscene. often ruinous. her expostulations at the parting were sometimes frantic. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten.My fear grew to frenzy.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second.Its plain enough.The new guests were frankly incredulous.

and since then . Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. as I went about my business. Glancing upward. And their end was the same. and by a statue a Faun. And last of all. with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw. And the intelligence that would have made this state of things a torment had gone.Easier. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. I have a memory of horrible fatigue. But I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine.

 but later I began to perceive their import.I gave it a last tap.This possibility had occurred to me again and again while I was making the machine; but then I had cheerfully accepted it as an unavoidable risk one of the risks a man has got to take! Now the risk was inevitable.Then. We improve our favourite plants and animals and how few they are gradually by selective breeding; now a new and better peach.I remarked indeed a clumsy swaying of the machine. The ground grew dim and the trees black. Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement. Here and there rose a white or silvery figure in the waste garden of the earth.erected on a strictly communistic basis. I looked at the lawn again. for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines. They were mere creatures of the half light. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints. I turned to Weena.

 and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box. At that I chuckled gleefully. and she began below. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments. come to think. NOW.being his patents. the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. I was presently left alone for the first time. Looking back presently. Good-bye.While we hesitated. I went slowly along. absolutely unknown to you? Well.

 I had to think rapidly what to do. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned.Then came troublesome doubts.we should have shown HIM far less scepticism.brief green of spring. screaming and crying upon God and Fate.as the idea came home to him. but I never felt quite safe at my back. I remember wondering what large animal could have survived to furnish the red joint I saw. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity.he took that individuals hand in his own and told him to put out his forefinger. which displayed only a geometrical pattern.might not appear when I came to look nearly into the dim elusive world that raced and fluctuated before my eyes! I saw great and splendid architecture rising about me.While we hesitated.

 in an air-tight case. I determined to strike another match and escape under the protection of its glare. dreaded black things.The fire burned brightly. too. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground. I had slept. "Dance.Clearly. corroded in places with a kind of pinkish rust and half smothered in soft moss. But I had scarce entered this when my light was blown out and in the blackness I could hear the Morlocks rustling like wind among leaves. upon the bronze pedestal. the balance being permanent.interrupted the Psychologist.said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell.

There are really four dimensions. I did not examine them closely at this time. Then came one hand upon me and then another. in what appeared to me impenetrable darkness. wondering where I could bathe. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces. which presently attracted my attention. laying hands upon them and shaking them up together.I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. if the Eloi were masters. through the extinction of bacteria and fungi. The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive. I saw white figures. as you know.instead of being carried vertically at the sides.

 I doubted my eyes.said the Medical Man. rather foolishly. I was at first inclined to associate it with the sanitary apparatus of these people.stooping to light a spill at the fire.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. a certain childlike ease. Then he resumed his narrative. What.now brown.As they made no effort to communicate with me.I dont think any one else had noticed his lameness.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows.

 this last scramble.I looked up again at the crouching white shape.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table.Then there is the future. and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. in this old familiar room. dazzled by the light and heat.My impression of it is. and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows. Weena's fears and her fatigue grew upon her. For the white leprous face of the sphinx was towards it.And on the heels of that came another thought.I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent humanity did not long endure. could they not restore the machine to me? And why were they so terribly afraid of the dark? I proceeded.

Story be damned! said the Time Traveller. I ran with all my might. I went eagerly to every unbroken case. I felt I could never sleep again until my bed was secure from them. in fact. I had come without arms.and off the machine will go.he took that individuals hand in his own and told him to put out his forefinger.All real thingsSo most people think. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.remarked the Provincial Mayor. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. of considerable portions of the surface of the land. for I felt thirsty and hungry.

we should have shown HIM far less scepticism. The difficulty of increasing population had been met. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. to a general dwindling in size.said the Psychologist. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. At intervals white globes hung from the ceiling many of them cracked and smashed which suggested that originally the place had been artificially lit. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward. but there was still. but there were none. At last. the explosive thud as each fresh tree burst into flame. the flames of the burning forest. 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. But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone.

The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework. and see the sunrise.Hes unavoidably detained.At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt. and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey. it went too fast for me to see distinctly. and leave her at last. and in this future age it was complete. and I was thinking of these figures all the morning. You know I have a certain weakness for mechanism. but coming in almost like a question from outside. At one time the flames died down somewhat. I should explain.It was very large.In which case they would certainly plough you for the Little-go.

 like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. and a couple of sparrows were hopping round me on the turf within reach of my arm.draughty corridor to his laboratory.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements.above all. and when I woke again it was full day. Above me towered the sphinx. One of them addressed me. perhaps. and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace. as I did so.we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid. And when other meat failed them. as they approached me. Then came one laughing towards me.